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... Complete in Christ - Página 73de Author of Thoughts in suffering - 1842 - 96 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
| 1824 - 798 páginas
...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 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... | |
| 1824 - 984 páginas
...child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear. Till deatb 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... | |
| 1831
...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 grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Alas ! the coming event had indeed cast its shadow before.... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 438 páginas
...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 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... | |
| 1824 - 486 páginas
...And weep away the load 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 cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er rny dying brain its last monotony. Sonic might lament when I were cold, As I when this... | |
| Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 598 páginas
...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 grow cold, and hear the »ta Breathe o'er my dying brain its Ust monotony. ' 'Ч "Some might lament tiiai I were cold, As 1,... | |
| 1824 - 818 páginas
...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 check grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament... | |
| 1825 - 828 páginas
...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 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 - 1826 - 156 páginas
...child, An.i 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 hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this... | |
| Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 430 páginas
...And weep away this 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 hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this... | |
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