 | 1835 - 598 str.
...child, And weep away this life of care, Which 1 have berne, and yet must bear. Till death, like tleep, 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 ! And the second is headed " Mutability," a beautiful... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 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...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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 str.
...Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of eare Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death...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... | |
 | 1840 - 378 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...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 T were cold, As I, when this... | |
 | 1840 - 528 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...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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 402 str.
...the winds and waters are ; I eould lie down like a tired ehild, And weep away the life of eare Whieh I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in tin warm air My eheek grow eold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - 374 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...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... | |
 | Lyre - 1841 - 366 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...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... | |
 | 1842 - 538 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...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... | |
 | Author of Thoughts in suffering - 1842 - 108 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 death like sleep shall steal on me ; And I might feel, in the warm air, My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Break o'er... | |
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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... 
