 | George William Lyttelton Baron Lyttelton - 1865 - 412 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - 726 páginas
...; 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. PB SHELLEY 586 DELIA 'T'ELL me, my heart, fond slave of hopeless love, JL and doomed... | |
 | 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... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1868 - 712 páginas
...— 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. CXI. THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP. " T3UILD me straight, O worthy Master 1 _D... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 páginas
...despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, 30 And weep away the life of care Which I have borne,...the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea 35 Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this... | |
 | 1868 - 902 páginas
...— a spurious and delusive calm, difficult to attain for a moment, and certain not to endure. " Yet now despair itself is mild. Even as the winds and...life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear." * Such is their language ; so writes one of the most distinguished of these "apostles of affliction."... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1868 - 828 páginas
...wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong ; They learn in suffering what they teach in song. Ibid. I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away...life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear. Stanzas, written in Dejection, near Naples. That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals... | |
 | 1869 - 254 páginas
...life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, E'en as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like...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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1870 - 628 páginas
...Smiling they live, and call life pleasure; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. IV. 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. v. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost... | |
 | 1870 - 464 páginas
...despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, 30 And weep away the life of care Which I have borne,...the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea 35 Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this... | |
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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... 
