 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...  The Metropolitan - Página 651835Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1876 - 599 páginas
...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...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 - 870 páginas
...child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep ay, will be the just tribute of the wise and the good...monarch under whose sway so mighty an undertaking Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | Edward Shepherd Creasy - 1876 - 726 páginas
...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 check grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. "Some might lament... | |
 | 1877 - 832 páginas
...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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. If Mortimer Collins is but a writer of society Terse, he will 1877.] Journalism and Poetry of Mortimer... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1882 - 836 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | Edgar Mertner, Leigh Hunt, Leigh Hunt - 968 páginas
...child, And weep away He 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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. "Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is done, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1994 - 752 páginas
...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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. 5 Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | Andrew Rutherford - 1995 - 536 páginas
...away this life of care, Which I have borne, and still must bear, Till death like sleep might seize on me, And I might feel in the warm air, My cheek...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony! . . Too beautiful to laugh at, however empty and sentimental. True: but why beautiful? Because there... | |
 | Laura Quinney - 1999 - 232 páginas
...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...Sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. (28-36) It would be fair to say that "despair is mild" in the late lyrics too, and yet the speaker's... | |
 | Diane Ravitch, Michael Ravitch - 2006 - 512 páginas
...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...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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