 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1871 - 742 страници
...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...the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breath o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 страници
...has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild Even as the winds and waters an» ; m Cullen uiiglit steal ou me, Ami I might feel iu the warm air My cheek grow cold, und hear the sea Breathe... | |
 | Miriam Coles Harris - 1872 - 516 страници
...on my lips. CHAPTER XXIX. u 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 care Which I have borne, and yet must beai Till death, like sleep, might steal on me." SHELLHT. "How late, you have slept, Miss !" said Kitty,... | |
 | 1872 - 900 страници
...life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild Even , Sir King, to leave thee thus, Aidless, alone, and smitten through the helm 1 have borne, and yet must bear, 228 TilJ death like sleep might steal on me, And 1 might frei in the... | |
 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - 1873 - 782 страници
...life pleasure ; To mo that cup has been dealt in another measure. Tet now despair itself is mild Even 3. 3. x 3. Shelley.— Born 1792, Died 1822. 1370.— OZYMANDIAS OP EGYPT. I met a traveller from an antique land... | |
 | George Moore - 1973 - 194 страници
...he begins in the third stanza to see himself as a tired child : Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. MOORE. The value of the anthology, if we compile it, would be that it creates a new standard. Of course,... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1882 - 836 страници
...one of the stanzas, ' Written in dejection near Naples ' : — Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Mabel, looking down through the still clear water at The deep's untrampled floor, With green and purple... | |
 | David Daiches - 1969 - 356 страници
...1818) shows the self -pitying note without the dizzy raptures: Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like...must bear Till death like sleep might steal on me, . . . The "Ode to the West Wind," in terza rima, has both the self-pitying and the apocalyptic note,... | |
 | Verlyn Klinkenborg, Herbert Cahoon, Pierpont Morgan Library - 1981 - 332 страници
...•« l"';.i / 1 • fn r'-» . - -ii i —i ,ii I'vt \-i '. n-.trr»t invix i*"v t\l» hi! I hiith like Sleep might steal on me/ And I might feel in the ti'rttnt nir/ My cheek grow cold, 6- />e*rf/»e 5ea/ Breathe if5 /4rt monotony »>r \dwir »MijjAl... | |
 | René Jules Dubos, Jean Dubos - 1987 - 320 страници
...with Harriet Westbrook. He felt ill, suffering from the stricture of pleurisy that later made him cry: I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away...must bear Till death like sleep might steal on me. To Godwin ha wrote: My health has been materially worse; my feelings at intervals are of a deadly and... | |
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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... 
