 | 1872 - 900 páginas
...borne, and yet must bear, 228 TilJ death like sleep might steal on me, And 1 might frei in the wann st how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Hose up from out the bosom of the lak PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. BYRON'S LATEST VERSES. CMissoloachi. January 33, 1834. On this day I completed... | |
 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - 1873 - 782 páginas
...weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal 3. Shelley.— Born 1792, Died 1822. 1370.— OZYMANDIAS OP EGYPT. I met a traveller from an antique land... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1873 - 906 páginas
...SOiüiOW AND ADVERSITY. -a Till death like sleep might steal on me, And 1 might feel in the wann air Jly ng Octavius with Mark Antony Have made themselves so strong ; — for with her d PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. BYRON'S LATEST VERSES. [Minokngihi. January 33, 184. On this day I completed... | |
 | Casket - 1874 - 840 páginas
...weep away the life of cure 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, AH I, when this sweet day is gone. Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1874 - 584 páginas
...weep away the life of caro 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... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 392 páginas
...weeti away the life of care Which 1 have borne, and yet must hear, Till death like deep 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. TO A SKYLARK. HAIL to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wort, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 560 páginas
...the life of care Which I have borne, and yet mnsthear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And 1 might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its hist monotony. TO A SKYLARK. HAH to thee, blithe spirit 1 Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876 - 860 páginas
...weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 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. PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. MY SHIP. DOWN to the wharves, as the sun goes down, And the daylight's tumult... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1876 - 562 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. TO A SKYLARK. HAIL to thce, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, I'ourest... | |
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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... 
