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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 cheek... "
Spirit of the English Magazines - Página 480
1824
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Songs of Three Centuries

John Greenleaf Whittier - 1876
...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...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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Memoirs of Eminent Etonians

Edward Shepherd Creasy - 1876 - 640 páginas
...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 check grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. "Some might lament...
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The Evangelical repository. Vol. 1- new

1877
...like a tired child, And weel> 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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." Poor Shelley! We could have wished that a ray from the lamp of Christian hope had shone on his weary...
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The Dublin university magazine

University magazine - 1877
...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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. If Mortimer Collins is but a writer of society verse, he will ignobly fail in comparison with such...
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The Dublin University Magazine: A Literary and Political Journal

1877
...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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. If Mortimer Collins is but a writer of society Terse, he will 1877.] Journalism and Poetry of Mortimer...
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Shelley: A Critical Biography

George Barnett Smith - 1877 - 249 páginas
...me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion. " Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this...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 sun Shall...
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Italy

1877
...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...cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its lust monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is goue, Which my lost...
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Poems of Places: Italy

1877
...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...grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying braiu its last mouotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which...
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The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volumen 3

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1877
...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...grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying 2 brain its last monotony. V. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone,...
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The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volumen 3

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1877
...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...cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying2 brain its last monotony. v. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is...
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