 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 93by David Lester Richardson - 1840Full view - About this book
 | 1869 - 254 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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1870 - 628 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. v. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | 1872 - 900 pages
...bear, 228 TilJ death like sleep might steal on me, And 1 might frei in the wann air My cheek grow cold, , one summer noon, an arm Hose up from out the bosom of the lak PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. BYRON'S LATEST VERSES. CMissoloachi. January 33, 1834. On this day I completed... | |
 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - 1873 - 782 pages
...bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, 3. Shelley.— Born 1792, Died 1822. 1370.— OZYMANDIAS OP EGYPT. I met a traveller from an antique land... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1874 - 584 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... | |
 | Casket - 1874 - 840 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, AH I, when this sweet day is gone. Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1875 - 392 pages
...hear, Till death like deep 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. TO A SKYLARK. HAIL to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wort, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1876 - 562 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. TO A SKYLARK. HAIL to thce, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, I'ourest... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 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. PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. MY SHIP. DOWN to the wharves, as the sun goes down, And the daylight's tumult... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876 - 860 pages
...bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, ul sy ؉+ 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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