 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...  Spirit of the English Magazines - 第 480 頁1824完整檢視 - 關於此書
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1876 - 562 頁
...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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. TO A SKYLARK. HAIL to thce, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, I'ourest... | |
 | Edward Shepherd Creasy - 1876 - 726 頁
...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... | |
 | 1877 - 660 頁
...like a tired child, And weel> 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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." Poor Shelley! We could have wished that a ray from the lamp of Christian hope had shone on his weary... | |
 | University magazine - 1877 - 810 頁
...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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. If Mortimer Collins is but a writer of society verse, he will ignobly fail in comparison with such... | |
 | 1877 - 832 頁
...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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. If Mortimer Collins is but a writer of society Terse, he will 1877.] Journalism and Poetry of Mortimer... | |
 | George Barnett Smith - 1877 - 296 頁
...me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion. " Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this...grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; They might lament—for I am one Whom men love not—and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall... | |
 | 1877 - 302 頁
...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...cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its lust monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is goue, Which my lost... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1877 - 302 頁
...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...grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying braiu its last mouotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1877 - 514 頁
...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...grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying 2 brain its last monotony. V. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1877 - 536 頁
...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...cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying2 brain its last monotony. v. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is... | |
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