 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 páginas
...call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now deapair 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. SHELLEY. I HEARD the... | |
 | Miriam Coles Harris - 1862 - 516 páginas
...lips. CHAPTER XXIX. 44 Alas ! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around— ****** I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away...must bear Till death, like sleep, might steal on me." SHELLEY. "How late you have slept, Miss !" said Kitty, as she hur« ried up in answer to my bell. "... | |
 | 1863 - 542 páginas
...somewhere and no strength on which to lean, runs through his whole poems : " Yet now despair itself is mild Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down...life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear," is a burden that reappears habitually in his poetry. There is but one passage in all Shelley's exquisite... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1863 - 540 páginas
...somewhere and no strength on which to lean, runs through his whole poems: " Yet now despair itself is mild Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down...life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear," is a burden that reappears habitually in his poetry. There is but one passage in all Shelley's exquisite... | |
 | Miriam Coles Harris - 1864 - 522 páginas
...CHAPTER XXIX. " Alas ! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around— *•**•* I conld lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life...must bear Till death, like sleep, might steal on me." SHELLBT. " Row late you have slept, Miss !" said Kitty, as she hnr. tied up in answer to my bell. "... | |
 | English poetry - 1865 - 410 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. SHELLEY. VERSES. 'NTHINKING,... | |
 | George William Lyttelton Baron Lyttelton - 1865 - 412 páginas
...life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Ev'n as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care * Poems, Paris Ed., p. 224. Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - 726 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. PB SHELLEY 586 DELIA... | |
 | Jeremiah Lewis Diman - 1866 - 726 páginas
...say like a man who resembled him in nothing but a love of liberty, and the abuse he got for it, — " I could lie down like a tired child And weep away...have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep should steal on me, And I might fuel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1866 - 428 páginas
...saddening as that of evening in more common lives. The profound melancholy of those lines o» Shelley, "I could lie down like a tired child And weep away the life of care Which I hare borne and yet must bear," came from a heart, as he says, " too soon grown old," — at twenty-six... | |
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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... 
