 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - 726 páginas
...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...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 its woes wi.thout... | |
 | 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 - 710 páginas
...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. PB Shelley. CXI. THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP. " ~~T)UILD me straight, O worthy Master I \J Stanch and... | |
 | 1868 - 902 páginas
...peaceful — 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...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... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 páginas
...; 25 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...waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, 30 And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might... | |
 | 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...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... | |
 | 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...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 heart, too soon... | |
 | Lewis Gannett - 1961 - 392 páginas
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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... 
