 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 стор.
...despair itself is mild, Even an the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep s, To think on her thou leav'st behind. Thy love,...; But thou mayst grant this humble prayer, Forget sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. 1 A line мен» to have been lost at this place,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 стор.
...despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep s sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. 1 A lino seems to have been lost at this place,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 стор.
...despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, A nd 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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 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...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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 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...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... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1847 - 408 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,...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... | |
 | Willis Gaylord Clark - 1847 - 170 стор.
...a 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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - 406 стор.
...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...feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea [Breathe o'er my dying brain its lost monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this... | |
 | 1874 - 714 стор.
...till it falls* asleep, and then the Care is over." " 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." JWW BEALE : BAILLIE : BALIOL : BAILLEUL. — One fact may establish a theory. The fact is, that in... | |
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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... 
