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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
по Casket - 1874
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Rutledge

Miriam Coles Harris - 1860 - 504 страници
...peace within nor calm around — 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." SHELLEY. " How late you have slept, Miss !" said Kitty, as she hurried up in answer to my bell. " I...

Russell's Magazine, Том 6

Paul Hamilton Payne - 1860
...must bear, Till death, like sleep, might seize on me, Anil I might feel, in the warm air, My cheelc grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony !'' We are told by Mr. Kingsley that II Shelley's range of vision is very narrow, his subjects few,...

The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English ...

Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 332 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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. PB Shelley ccxxvni THE SCHOLAR My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these...

A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

Thomas Shorter - 1861
...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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. SHELLEY. I HEARD the dogs bark in the moonlight night, And I went to the window to see the sight ;...

The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Том 2

1862
...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...hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last nlonotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart,...

RUTLEDGE

1862
...within nor calm around— ****** 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." SHELLEY. "How late you have slept, Miss !" said Kitty, as she hur« ried up in answer to my bell. "...

Ephemera

1865 - 377 страници
...are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care * Poems, Paris Ed., p. 224. 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...

Gems of English Poetry: With Illustrations by Great Artists

1865 - 302 страници
...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,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. SHELLEY. VERSES. 'NTHINKING, idle, wild, and young, I laughed, and talked, and danced, and sung ; And,...

The poetical works of Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1865
...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...feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the eea Breath o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this...

Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by ...

Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866
...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...sea breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. PB SHELLEY 586 DELIA 'T'ELL me, my heart, fond slave of hopeless love, JL and doomed its woes wi.thout...




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