 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 cheek...  New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register - Page 314edited by - 1824Full view - About this book
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - English poetry - 1828 - 430 pages
...and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away this life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear. Till death, like sleep, might...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 sweet day... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - Authors - 1828 - 512 pages
...and waters are ; / could lie down like a tired child, And u-eep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death, like sleep, might...feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the tea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. "Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - Authors - 1828 - 500 pages
...winds and waters are ; / 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 1 might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last... | |
 | 1829 - 434 pages
...a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have born 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 hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. " Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet... | |
 | 1829 - 440 pages
...tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have born and yet must bear, Till death-like sloop 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. " Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet... | |
 | Lyre - English poetry - 1830 - 396 pages
...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...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 sweet day... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pages
...winds and waten are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have so slialt Ihou «ce o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day... | |
 | 1831 - 542 pages
...I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the lite of care Which I have borne and yet most bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My check grow cold, and hear tne Sea Breathe o'er my dying brain in last monotony Some might lament that... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1834 - 888 pages
...like a tired child. And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till deatti like sleep might steal on me. And I might feel in...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 Ihis sweet day... | |
 | 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 little... | |
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