 | 1835 - 606 páginas
...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 ! And the second is beaded " Mutability," a beautiful little piece. Shelley has been called an atheist:... | |
 | Edward Shepherd Creasy - 1850 - 528 páginas
...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 cheek grow cold, and hoar the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As... | |
 | Daniel Scrymgeour - 1850 - 596 páginas
...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 that I were eold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Whieh my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch - 1853 - 770 páginas
...again, and ' Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down Ukc a tired child, And weep away this life of care, Which...beautiful? Because there is a certain sincerity in it, wliich breeds coherence- and melody, wliich, in short, makes it poetry. But what if such a tone of... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 228 páginas
...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 cheek grow...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | Frederick Edward Gretton - 1853 - 152 páginas
...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 cheek grow...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, "Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 228 páginas
...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 cheek grow...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | 1854 - 768 páginas
...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... | |
 | Richard Robert Madden - 1855 - 614 páginas
...away the life of care Which I have borne, and still must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow...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,... | |
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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... 
