 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1883 - 686 pages
...the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. V. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this...They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, and yet regret ; Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger,... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1883 - 734 pages
...the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. V. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this...They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, and yet regret ; Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger,... | |
 | English lyrics - English poetry - 1883 - 340 pages
...in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying hrain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this...They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not — and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glnry set, Will linger,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1884 - 304 pages
...the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. 5. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this...They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, and yet regret ; Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger,... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - English poetry - 1884 - 654 pages
...the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. V. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this...They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, and yet regret ; Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger,... | |
 | Poetry - 1912 - 616 pages
...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...They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, — and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger,... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - English poetry - 1915 - 952 pages
...in the warm ai" My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony barge they came. There those three queens Put forth...their hands, and took the King, and wept. But ahe that f They might lament — for I am one Wliom men love not, — and yet regret, Unlike this day, which,... | |
 | George Benjamin Woods - England - 1916 - 1604 pages
...the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my monotony. dying brain its last 40 ` `,H `, 0 `, — and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, 45 Will... | |
 | Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin - English literature - 1916 - 530 pages
...the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. 36 Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when. this...too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; 40 They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, — and yet regret, Unlike this day, which,... | |
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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 moan ; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not — and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the... 
