...in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might...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 sweet day...

...waters are ; 1 could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, anJ yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on...warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotonj. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day...

...waters are; I could lie like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have home, and still must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on...warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." The second Mrs. Shelley was the daughter of William Godwin,...

...waters are; I could lie like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and still must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on...warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." The second Mrs. Shelley was the daughter of William Godwin,...

...the life of care Which I have borne, and still must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on ma, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." The second Mrs. Shelley was the daughter of William Godwin,...

...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 1 might feel in the warm air My cheek grow wet, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last...

...expected, but with a tone of patient resignation : — " Yet now despair itself is mild, 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 fever cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." " Some might lament that...

...other lines 'most musical, most melancholy,' where he wishes he could lie down like a tired child, ' Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might...in the warm air, My cheek grow cold, and hear the aea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.' Poor Shelley ! how glorious a spirit dwelt in him...

...dealt in another measure. " Yet now despair itself is mild, 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 chock grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. " Some might lament...

...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 Some might lament that I was cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, • Which my lost heart, too...