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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... "
The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Nineteenth Century - Страница 278
по Lyre - 1841 - 344 страници
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Spirit of the English Magazines

1824 - 984 страници
...surround— Smiling they live and call life pleasure •-— To me that cup has been dealt in another Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...of care Which I have borne and yet must bear. Till deatb like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the...

The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Том 94

1824 - 798 страници
...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 are ; I could He down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till...

The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Том 94

1824 - 818 страници
...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...might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My check grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament...

Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Том 3

1824 - 486 страници
...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...could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the load of care Which I have borne and still must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And...

New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Том 12

Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 604 страници
...— Smiling they live and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has beendealt in another measure. " Yet now despair Itself is mild. Even as the winds and waters are j I could lie down like a tired child. And weep away the life of care Which I bave borne and yet must...

The New Annual Register, Or General Repository of History, Politics, and ...

1825 - 828 страници
...live and caUjife;ple^1me.)TTr , V To m«Imb*P*^falt in another measure. i I>TOW?. ' f.^ cm, " Yet " Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...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 grow cold, and hear...

Miscellaneous Poems

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 страници
...— 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 are ; t could lie down like a tired child, An.i weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must...

Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the ..., Том 1

Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 500 страници
...been dealt in another measure. " Yet now despair itself is mild, Ev'n as the winds and waters are ; / could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the...bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And 1 might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last...

The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 1

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 430 страници
...surround — Smiling they lire, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away this life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear. Till death, like sleep, might steal on me....

The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Том 1

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 426 страници
...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...I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away this life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me,...




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