 | English literature - 1835 - 598 pages
...child, And weep away this life of care, Which 1 have berne, and yet must bear. Till death, like tleep, might steal on me, And I might feel 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 headed " Mutability," a beautiful... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - English poetry - 1838 - 634 pages
...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...feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 pages
...Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of eare Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death...feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this... | |
 | English poetry - 1840 - 378 pages
...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...feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that T were cold, As I, when this... | |
 | English literature - 1840 - 528 pages
...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...feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 402 pages
...the winds and waters are ; I eould lie down like a tired ehild, And weep away the life of eare Whieh I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in tin warm air My eheek grow eold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some... | |
 | Lyre - English poetry - 1841 - 374 pages
...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...feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this... | |
 | Lyre - English poetry - 1841 - 366 pages
...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...feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this... | |
 | England - 1842 - 538 pages
...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...feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. " Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when... | |
 | Author of Thoughts in suffering - Atonement - 1842 - 108 pages
...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 shall steal on me ; And I might feel, in the warm air, My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Break o'er... | |
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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... 
