 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
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1881 - 770 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... | |
 | Richard Ashe King - 1882 - 338 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. Mabel, looking down through the still clear water at The deep's untrampled floor, With green and purple... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1882 - 1002 pages
...bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, Ԝ݀ 0 4 ǀ 0 ȇ 0 0 L Some might lament that I were cold, 4As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | 1881
...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. These are Shelley's own words, and here is part of the account given by Trelawny of the last ceremonies... | |
 | English lyrics - 1883 - 330 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... | |
 | Walter Edwin Peck - 1927 - 562 pages
...prophetic: 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. 'The only verbal variation (if capitalization of Ocean, Death, and Sun be not considered) is the appearance... | |
 | Walter Edwin Peck - 1927 - 544 pages
...prophetic: 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. •The only verbal variation (if capitalization of Ocean, Death, and Sun be not considered) is the... | |
 | John Dover Wilson - 1927 - 310 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... | |
 | Francis Meehan - 1928 - 764 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. The "Ineffectual Angel." A memorable piece of literary criticism is Matthew Arnold's frequently quoted... | |
 | Arthur Beatty - 1928 - 582 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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