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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 Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry - Страница 298
под редакцията на - 1828
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The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Том 94

1824 - 798 страници
...Nor fame, nor pow'r, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround,— Smiling they live and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt...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...

Spirit of the English Magazines

1824 - 984 страници
...crowned— Nor fane, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these 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 and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child,...

The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Том 31

1831
...in Dejection near Naples," it would seem as if the poet had a secret presentiment of his own death. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...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,...

The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal

1834 - 566 страници
...and of sadness is come now, and with my foot on the threshold of a new life and a new world, " ' 1 could lie down like a tired child, And weep away this life of care.' " " It was at an early period of her life that she ventured to address a letter to Wordsworth, full...

Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Том 3

1824 - 486 страници
...— Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure, Others I see whom these surround, Smiling they live, and call life pleasure; To me that cup has been dealt...I 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,...

Posthumous Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 440 страници
...crowned— Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround— Smiling they live and call life pleasure;— To me that cup has been...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...

The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Том 94

1824 - 818 страници
...Nor fame, nor pow'r, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround, — Smiling they live and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt...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...

Theatrum Poetarum Anglicanorum: Containing Brief Characters of the English ...

Edward Phillips - 1824 - 310 страници
...crown'd -— Nor fame , nor power , nor love , nor leisure : Others I see whom these surround , — Yet now despair itself is mild , Even as the winds...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,...

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
...whom these surround — 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...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...




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