...surround, — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild Even as the winds and...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. TO A SKYLARK. HAIL to thce, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, I'ourest...

...— • Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. I a child É+ Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...

...yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me ; And I might feel in the warm air My check 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 is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...

...stanzas Shelley writes subjectively, but he begins in the third stanza to see himself as a tired child : Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. MOORE. The value of the anthology, if we compile it, would be that it creates a new standard. Of course,...

...Shelley, drowned in this sea, and quoted one of the stanzas, ' Written in dejection near Naples ' : — Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Mabel, looking down through the still clear water at The deep's untrampled floor, With green and purple...

...itself is mild, Ev'n as the winds and waters are ; / could lie down like a tired child, And weep away He life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. "Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is done, Which my lost heart, too soon...

...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 cold, and...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. 5 Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...

...away 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...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...

...the varieties of despair they portray, and "Stanzas" remains more nearly cliched. Consider the lines: Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...Sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. (28-36) It would be fair to say that "despair is mild" in the late lyrics too, and yet the speaker's...

...and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have born and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...