...rising to my lips. " I could He down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I hfcve borne, and yet must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on mct And 1 might feel In the warm air My cbe«k grow cold, and hear the BCS Breathe o'er iny dying brain...

...Yet now despair itself is mild, Ev'n as the winds and waters are; I could lie like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." In two other poems of his, there are likewise passages bearing most singularly on that kind of death,...

...to compare Or bullion pure and massy. Crdbbe. I could lie down like a tired child And weep away this life of care, Which I have borne and yet must bear,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Shelley. WHILE Sir Herve de Leon was reading despatches from the enemy — his eye eager, his heart...

...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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." The second Mrs. Shelley was the daughter of William Godwin, by his union with Mary Woolstonceraft,...

...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...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 is gone, Which my lost heart,...

...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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." The second Mrs. Shelley was the daughter of William Godwin, by his union with Mary Woolstonecraft,...

...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,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." The second Mrs. Shelley was the daughter of William Godwin, by his union with Mary Woolstonceraft,...

...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...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...

...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 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...

...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...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...