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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... "
The casquet of literature, a selection in poetry and prose, ed. with notes ... - Страница 18
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The Metropolitan Magazine, Том 14

1835
...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...

The Poetry and Poets of Britain: From Chaucer to Tennyson ; with ...

Daniel Scrymgeour - 1850 - 528 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...

Cyclopedia of English Literature: a Selection of the Choicest ..., Том 2

Robert Chambers - 1851
...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...

Thalatta: a book for the sea-side [verse, compiled by S. Longfellow].

Thalatta - 1853
...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...

Reddenda; or, Passages with parallel hints for translation into Latin prose ...

Frederick Edward Gretton - 1853 - 130 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...

Fraser's Magazine, Том 48

James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch - 1853
...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...

The Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Том 31

John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1854
...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...

Putnam's Magazine: Original Papers on Literature, Science, Art, and ..., Том 3

1854
...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...

Putnam's Monthly, Том 3

1854
...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...

The Poetical Works of Coleridge and Keats with a Memoir of Each ...

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855
...Even as the winds and waters are ; 1 could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death...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...




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