...saddening as that of evening in more common lives. The profound melancholy of those lines of Shelley, "I could lie down like a tired child And weep away...life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear," came from a heart, as he says, " too soon grown old," — at twenty-six years, as dull people count...

...to itself, to know and to obey a law. But no, the cloud of sentiment must close over again, and Yet now despair itself is mild Even as the winds and waters...I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away this life of care, Which I have borne, and still must bear, Till death like sleep might seize on me,...

...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 waters...cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. PB Shelley ccxxvni THE SCHOLAR My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold,...

...they live, and 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 ;...cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. SHELLEY. I HEARD the dogs bark in the moonlight night, And I went to the window to see...

...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. "...

...a longing to lean 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...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...

...a longing to lean 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...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...

...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. "...

...— 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...cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. SHELLEY. VERSES. 'NTHINKING, idle, wild, and young, I laughed, and talked, and danced,...

...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...feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the eea Breath o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this...