 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
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 頁
...like a tired child, And u-eep 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 tea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. "Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this... | |
 | 1829 - 440 頁
...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...'Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with tlu's untimely moan ; . They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, — and yet regret, Unlike... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 頁
...moootony. Some might lament that I vere cold, A» I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, loo soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament — for I am oue Whom men love not, — and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its -iinil.--... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 頁
...like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death lf luve not, — nfid yet regret, Unlike mis day, which, when the sun Shall on it» stainless glory set,... | |
 | 1831 - 542 頁
...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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1834 - 888 頁
...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...grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying hrain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when Ihis sweet day is gone, They... | |
 | 1835 - 598 頁
...child, And weep away this life of care, Which 1 have berne, and yet must bear. Till death, like tleep, might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony ! And the second is headed " Mutability," a beautiful little piece. Shelley has been called an atheist:... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 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...when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, loo soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love... | |
 | 1840 - 378 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...dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that T were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with... | |
 | 1840 - 368 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. f 166 CHARLES WOLFE. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my... | |
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