 | 1824 - 798 σελίδες
...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, Till death like sleep might...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 sweet day... | |
 | 1824 - 984 σελίδες
...like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear. Till deatb like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in...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 sweet day... | |
 | 1831
...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,...warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Alas ! the coming event had indeed cast its shadow before. The... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 440 σελίδες
...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...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 sweet day... | |
 | 1824 - 486 σελίδες
...; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the load of care Which I have borne and still must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on...warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er rny dying brain its last monotony. Sonic might lament when I were cold, As I when this sweet day... | |
 | 1824 - 818 σελίδες
...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 check grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament... | |
 | 1825 - 828 σελίδες
...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 sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. " Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 σελίδες
...and waters are ; t could lie down like a tired child, An.i weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might...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 sweet day... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 498 σελίδες
...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, Till death, like sleep, might...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 sweet day... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 422 σελίδες
...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, Till death, like sleep, might...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 sweet day... | |
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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... 
