 | lady Jane (Gibson) Shelley - 1859 - Страниц: 312
...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,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." But this dejection — the result of many causes — gave place to a happier mood before the poet was... | |
 | lady Jane Shelley - 1859 - Страниц: 340
...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,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." But this dejection — the result of many causes — gave place to a happier mood before the poet was... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1859 - Страниц: 338
...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,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." But this dejection — the result of many causes — gave place to a happier mood before the poet was... | |
 | 1859 - Страниц: 244
...the life of care Which I have borne and jet must bear, "Till Death, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." — Shelley. Ah "hope deferred" is wearing pain ! The wanderer passeth to the sea — Long years of... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1859 - Страниц: 432
...this life of care, Which I have borne, and still must bear, Till death like sleep might seize on me, And I might feel in the warm air, My cheek grow cold,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony! . . Too beautiful to laugh at, however empty and sentimental. True : but why beautiful ? Because there... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1860 - Страниц: 400
...this life of care, Which I have" borne, and still must bear, Till death like sleep might seize on me, And I might feel in the warm air, My cheek grow cold,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony! . . Too beautiful to laugh at, however empty and sentimental. True ; but why beautiful ? Because there... | |
 | Paul Hamilton Payne - 1860 - Страниц: 614
...must bear, Till death, like sleep, might seize on me, Anil I might feel, in the warm air, My cheelc grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony !'' We are told by Mr. Kingsley that II Shelley's range of vision is very narrow, his subjects few,... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - Страниц: 356
...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,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. PB Shelley ccxxvni THE SCHOLAR My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - Страниц: 438
...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,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. SHELLEY. I HEARD the dogs bark in the moonlight night, And I went to the window to see the sight ;... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1862 - Страниц: 524
...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,...hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last nlonotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart,... | |
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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, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek... 
