 | Author of Thoughts in suffering - 1842 - 108 páginas
...call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down...have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep shall steal on me ; And I might feel, in the warm air, My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Break o'er... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 páginas
...call life pleasure; To me that cup has bwm dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. 1 A lino seems to... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 páginas
...pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even an ds, new hopes, new joys to find ! Yet sometimes deign,...ust never be my happy lot ; But thou mayst grant thi cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. 1 A line мен»... | |
 | 1907 - 850 páginas
...Nor that content surpassing wealth The sage in meditation found . . . Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away a life of care. The melancholy of Shakespeare resembles rather that of Alexander. It Is the very ecstacy... | |
 | 1907 - 848 páginas
...Nor that content surpassing wealth The sage in meditation found . . . Yet now despair Itself is mild. Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away a life of care. The melancholy of Shakespeare resembles rather that of Alexander. It is the very ecstacy... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 páginas
...call life pleasure : To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, A nd weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear. Till death, like sleep, might... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 páginas
...life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. 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 284 285 Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 páginas
...call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down...might steal on me, 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. Some might lament... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1847 - 408 páginas
...— how exquisite the pathos conveyed by the closing stanza : — " Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are. I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away this life of care, Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till Death like sleep might steal on me,... | |
 | Willis Gaylord Clark - 1847 - 170 páginas
...a tried child, And weep away this life of care, Which I have borne and still must bear, Till denth, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might feel, in the warm air, My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Brenthe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." Shelley. 'T is a... | |
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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... 
