 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 430 str.
...is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away this life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear....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 - 426 str.
...is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away this life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear,...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 500 str.
...despair itself is mild, Ev'n as the winds and waters are ; / 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 1 might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last... | |
 | 1829 - 434 str.
...a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have born 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... | |
 | 1829 - 440 str.
...tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have born and yet must bear, Till death-like sloop 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 str.
...despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and water« 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 stcul on me, And I might feel in the warin air My cheek grow cold, and bear the sea Drcathe o'er my... | |
 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 str.
...despair itself is mild, F.ven 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...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 str.
...despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waten are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep kes and shore* And mountain crags : so slialt Ihou «ce sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this... | |
 | 1831 - 542 str.
...I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the lite of care Which I have borne and yet most bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My check grow cold, and hear tne Sea Breathe o'er my dying brain in last monotony Some might lament that... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1834 - 888 str.
...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 deatti like sleep might steal on me. And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear... | |
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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... 
