 | 1858 - 812 pages
...life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. " Yet now despair itself is mild, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne,...might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My chock grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. " Some might lament... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 pages
...in another measure. 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...must bear. Till death, like sleep, might steal on inc. And I might feel in the warm air Some might lament that I was cold, As I, when this sweet day... | |
 | 1858 - 398 pages
...as might be expected, but with a tone of patient resignation : — " Yet now despair itself is mild, Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death...steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek fever cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." " Some might lament that... | |
 | lady Jane (Gibson) Shelley - 1859 - 312 pages
...harmonies of verse : — " 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...might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." But this dejection — the result of many... | |
 | lady Jane Shelley - 1859 - 340 pages
...harmonies of verse : — " 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...might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." But this dejection — the result of many... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1859 - 338 pages
...harmonies of verse : — " 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...might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." But this dejection — the result of many... | |
 | 1859 - 244 pages
...sea." — Iliad, I. " 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 jet must bear, "Till Death, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1859 - 432 pages
...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 grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony! . . Too beautiful to laugh at, however... | |
 | Miriam Coles Harris - 1860 - 514 pages
...CHAPTER XXIX. " Alas ! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around — I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of...must bear Till death, like sleep, might steal on me." SHELLEY. " How late you have slept, Miss !" said Kitty, as she hurried up in answer to my bell. " I... | |
 | oliver wendell holmes - 1860 - 588 pages
...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 the 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... | |
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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... 
