 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 страници
...pleasure: To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even us the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, Atid weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - 406 страници
...pleasure ; me that eup has been dealt in another measure. Ifct now despair itself is mild, "* » Even as the winds and waters are ; " ** I could lie down...and hear the sea [Breathe o'er my dying brain its lost monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost... | |
 | 1874 - 714 страници
...with and Humour 'da little, to keep it quiet, till it falls* asleep, and then the Care is over." " I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away...must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me." JWW BEALE : BAILLIE : BALIOL : BAILLEUL. — One fact may establish a theory. The fact is, that in... | |
 | Edward Shepherd Creasy - 1850 - 528 страници
...dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lio down like a tired child, And weep away the life of...might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hoar the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As... | |
 | Daniel Scrymgeour - 1850 - 596 страници
...eonld lie down like a tired ehild, And weep away the life of eare Whieh I have borne, and yet mnst bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My eheek grow eold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament... | |
 | 1835 - 606 страници
...pleasure : To me that cup is dealt in quite another measure ' Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are : I could lie down like a tir'd child, And weep away this life of care, Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death, like... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 страници
...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 lie down like...tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I hare borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm... | |
 | George R. Graham, Edgar Allan Poe - 1851 - 420 страници
...grief, Whicn finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear; or when Shelley murmured — I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of eure, Which I nave borne, and still must bear; or, finally, when Byron speaks of his mood of feeling,... | |
 | Frederick Edward Gretton - 1853 - 152 страници
...only pleasure ; I have cups mingled with a different wine. XXII. Tet now despair itself is mild, E'en as the winds and waters are : I could lie down like...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 the... | |
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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... 
