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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 Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Том 2

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855 - 1 страници
...has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; 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...

Arvon; or The trials

Charles Mitchell Charles - 1855
...bullion pure and massy. Crdbbe. I could lie down like a tired child And weep away this life of care, Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till Death,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Shelley. WHILE Sir Herve de Leon was reading despatches from the enemy — his eye eager, his heart...

The Literary Life and Correspondence of the Countess of Blessington

Richard Robert Madden - 1855
...mild, Ev'n as the winds and waters are; I could lie like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." In two other poems of his, there are likewise passages bearing most singularly on that kind of death,...

The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Томове 3–4

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855
...waters are ; 1 could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, anJ yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on...hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotonj. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart,...

The Literary Life and Correspondence of the Countess of Blessington, Том 2

Richard Robert Madden - 1855
...waters are; I could lie like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and still must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." The second Mrs. Shelley was the daughter of William Godwin, by his union with Mary Woolstonceraft,...

THE LITERARY LIFE AND CORRESPONDENCE OF THE COUNTESS OF BLESSINGTON.

R. R. MADDEN, M.R.I.A. - 1855
...waters are; I could lie like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have home, and still must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." The second Mrs. Shelley was the daughter of William Godwin, by his union with Mary Woolstonecraft,...

The Literary Life and Correspondence of the Countess of Blessington, Том 2

Richard Robert Madden - 1855
...the life of care Which I have borne, and still must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on ma, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." The second Mrs. Shelley was the daughter of William Godwin, by his union with Mary Woolstonceraft,...

The Poets of the Nineteenth Century, Том 1808

Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 398 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 sleep, might steal on me, And 1 might feel in the warm air My cheek grow wet, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last...

The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 397 страници
...sleep, might steal on me, And 1 might feel in the warm air My cheek grow wet, aud hear the sea Hrcathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I was cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with...

The College Magazine:, Том 1

1858
...as might be expected, but with a tone of patient resignation : — " Yet now despair itself is mild, Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death...steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek fever cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." " Some might lament that...




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