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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... "
Literary Leaves - Page 93
by David Lester Richardson - 1840
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The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Volume 94

1824
...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 day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...
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Spirit of the English Magazines

1824
...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 day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...
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The New monthly magazine and universal register. [Continued as ..., Volume 31

...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. The fatal catastrophe was made known to...
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Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Volume 3

1824
...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 when I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...
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Posthumous Poems

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 415 pages
...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 day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...
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The New Annual Register, Or General Repository of History, Politics, and ...

1825
...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 day is gone, r . Which my lost heart, too...
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Miscellaneous Poems

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 144 pages
...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 day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon%rown...
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The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volume 1

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828
...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 day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...
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The poetical album; and register of modern fugitive poetry, ed. by A.A. Watts

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828
...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 day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...
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Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of ..., Volume 1

Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 513 pages
...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 monotony. " Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is done, Which my lost heart, too soon...
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