 | David Lester Richardson - 1840 - 352 sayfa
...The sound and the sense are equally impressive. It is even superior to a similar passage in Shelley. And hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. While on the subject of the sea, I may as well also refer to Lord Byron, whose oceanic poetry has many... | |
 | Author of Thoughts in suffering - 1842 - 108 sayfa
...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 my dying brain its last monotony. Let the cold despairing tone of these lines witness to... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 sayfa
...tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like " F@ $ 1 A lino seems to have been lost at this place, probably by an oversight of the transcriber. Some might... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 sayfa
...tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like are, jf ust never be my happy lot ; But thou mayst grant this humble prayer, Forget 1 A line мен» to have been lost at this place, probably by an oversight of the transcriber. Some... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 sayfa
...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 grow cold, and hear the eea Ireathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 sayfa
...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 check grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament... | |
 | Willis Gaylord Clark - 1847 - 170 sayfa
...tried child, And weep away this life of care, Which I have borne and still must bear, Till denth, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might feel, in the warm air, My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Brenthe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." Shelley. 'T is a spring hour : the silvery green Of... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1847 - 408 sayfa
...tired child, And weep away this 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 heart grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my outworn brain its last monotony." The line stands... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1848 - 668 sayfa
...sadness, hat of that sort of sadness, he nays: •• Some might lament that I were cold, Afl I when thifl sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insnlts with its nntimely moan ; They might lament, for 1 am one Whom men love not, and yet regret,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - 406 sayfa
...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...and hear the sea [Breathe o'er my dying brain its lost monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost... | |
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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, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek... 
