 | Morbida - 1854 - 196 str.
...despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could He down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear." — SHELLEY. I seek the mountains. Where the mountains rise * Rises my heart, and swells, and not with... | |
 | 1854 - 704 str.
...rising to my lips. " I could He down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I hfcve borne, and yet must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on mct And 1 might feel In the warm air My cbe«k grow cold, and hear the BCS Breathe o'er iny dying brain... | |
 | Richard Robert Madden - 1855
...despair itself is mild, Ev'n as the winds and waters are; I could lie 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." In two other poems of his, there are likewise passages... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 766 str.
...despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; 1 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... | |
 | Charles Mitchell Charles - 1855 - 322 str.
...to compare Or bullion pure and massy. Crdbbe. I could lie down like a tired child And weep away this life of care, Which I have borne and yet must bear,...in the warm air, My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Shelley. WHILE Sir Herve de Leon was reading despatches... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855 - 770 str.
...has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; 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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855 - 772 str.
...waters are ; 1 could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, anJ yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on...feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotonj. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this... | |
 | Richard Robert Madden - 1855 - 614 str.
...waters are; I could lie like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and still must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on...feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." The second Mrs. Shelley was the daughter of William... | |
 | Richard Robert Madden - 1855 - 608 str.
...waters are; I could lie like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have home, and still must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on...feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." The second Mrs. Shelley was the daughter of William... | |
 | Richard Robert Madden - 1855 - 618 str.
...the life of care Which I have borne, and still must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on ma, 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 second Mrs. Shelley was the daughter of William... | |
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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... 
