 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 426 pagina’s
...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...bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And 1 might feel in the warm air My cheek grow wet, aud hear the sea Hrcathe o'er my dying brain its last... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 436 pagina’s
...like sleep, might steal on me, And 1 might feel in the warm air My cheek grow wet, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I was cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with... | |
 | 1858 - 812 pagina’s
...pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. " Yet now despair itself is mild, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet...might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My chock grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. " Some might lament... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 pagina’s
...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...might steal on me. And I might feel in the warm air Some might lament that I was cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, • Which my lost heart, too... | |
 | 1858 - 398 pagina’s
...as might be expected, but with a tone of patient resignation : — " Yet now despair itself is mild, Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death...steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek fever cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." " Some might lament that... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 pagina’s
...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 inc. And I might feel in the warm air Some might lament that I was cold, As I, when this sweet day... | |
 | lady Jane Shelley - 1859 - 340 pagina’s
...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." But this dejection — the result of many causes... | |
 | lady Jane (Gibson) Shelley - 1859 - 312 pagina’s
...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." But this dejection — the result of many causes... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1859 - 338 pagina’s
...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." But this dejection — the result of many causes... | |
 | 1859 - 244 pagina’s
...are ; I could lie down like a tired child And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and jet must bear, "Till Death, like sleep, might steal on...feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." — Shelley. Ah "hope deferred" is wearing pain... | |
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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... 
