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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... "
Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the Author ... - Сторінка 364
автори: Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 494 стор.
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The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 1

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 430 стор.
...is mild, Even as the winds 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....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...
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The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 1

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 426 стор.
...is mild, Even as the winds 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,...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...
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Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the ..., Том 1

Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 500 стор.
...despair itself is mild, Ev'n as the winds and waters are ; / 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 1 might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last...
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The American Monthly Magazine, Том 1

1829 - 434 стор.
...a 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 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...
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The American Monthly Magazine, Том 1

1829 - 440 стор.
...tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have born and yet must bear, Till death-like sloop 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...
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One ..., Том 1

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 стор.
...despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and water« 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 stcul on me, And I might feel in the warin air My cheek grow cold, and bear the sea Drcathe o'er my...
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The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century

Lyre - 1830 - 396 стор.
...despair itself is mild, F.ven 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...
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 стор.
...despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waten are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep kes and shore* And mountain crags : so slialt Ihou «ce sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this...
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The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The ...

1831 - 542 стор.
...I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the lite of care Which I have borne and yet most bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My check grow cold, and hear tne Sea Breathe o'er my dying brain in last monotony Some might lament that...
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The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, with His Life, Том 1

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1834 - 888 стор.
...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 deatti like sleep might steal on me. And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear...
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