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, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek... Spirit of the English Magazines - Página 4801824Vista completa
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Thomas R. Frosch - 2007 - 359 páginas
...it is in the Stanzas written in Dejection, near Naples: "I could lie down like a tired child . . . and hear the Sea / Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony" (30, 35-36). The existence of these two contrary impulses is still an incompletely resolved problem...