 | 1835 - 606 страници
...as the winds and waters are : I could lie down like a tir'd child, And weep away this life of care, Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might fefl in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony... | |
 | Daniel Scrymgeour - 1850 - 596 страници
...eonld lie down like a tired ehild, And weep away the life of eare Whieh I have borne, and yet mnst bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My eheek grow eold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 страници
...winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I hare harge consigned; The Doric muse caressed the favourite...his opening mind. As rolling years matured his age, 1 A line Hems to have been lost at this place, probably by •a oversight of tho transcriber. Some... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 228 страници
...Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like...last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 228 страници
...Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like...last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely... | |
 | Frederick Edward Gretton - 1853 - 152 страници
...tired child, And weep away the life of care "Which I have borne and yet must bear ; Till death-like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm...last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, "Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely... | |
 | James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch - 1853 - 770 страници
...weep away this life of care, Which I have borne and still must bear, Till death like sleep might seize on me, And I might feel in the warm air, My cheek...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony !' . . . Too beautiful to laugh at, however empty and sentimental. True ; but why beautiful? Because... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1854 - 608 страници
...away this life of care, Which I have borne, and still must bear, Till death like sleep might seize ځA T v 8 z 3 n 6 Y 0K i 2 Ǝ Z u7 Ҧ...j E k K!% Y чY ++H[z 3( є ( Q o ^ T 9 !" Too beautiful to laugh at, however empty and sentimental. True; but why beautiful? Because there... | |
 | 1854 - 768 страници
...must hear, Till death, like deep, might Meal on uic, And I uiiffht feel in the warm air My cheek prow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." But the ground was very damp, the rain was pelting, and the air quite cold, and I soon awoke again... | |
 | 1854 - 704 страници
...rising to my lips. " I could He down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I hfcve borne, and yet must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on mct And 1 might feel In the warm air My cbe«k grow cold, and hear the BCS Breathe o'er iny dying brain... | |
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Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are : I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My... 
