 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1871 - 742 pagina’s
...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...feel in 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... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1871 - 968 pagina’s
...despair itself is mild Even as the winds and waters an» ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep nt 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 pagina’s
...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,... | |
 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - 1873 - 782 pagina’s
...despair itself is mild Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep 3. sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Shelley.— Born 1792, Died 1822. 1370.— OZYMANDIAS... | |
 | John Conroy Hutcheson - 1873 - 334 pagina’s
...I got so miserable, that, I felt with Shelley — " I could lie down, like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear !" For what profit did this warring against destiny bring me ? Nothing — nothing, but the " vanity... | |
 | Casket - 1874 - 840 pagina’s
...Ev'n as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of cure Which I have borne and yet must bear. — Till death...feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony Some might lament that I were cold, AH I, when this... | |
 | George Moore - 1973 - 194 pagina’s
...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...feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. MOORE. The value of the anthology, if we compile... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1882 - 836 pagina’s
...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...feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Mabel, looking down through the still clear water... | |
 | Edgar Mertner, Leigh Hunt, Leigh Hunt - 968 pagina’s
...itself is mild, Ev'n as the winds and waters are ; / could lie down like a tired child, And weep away He life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear,...feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. "Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this... | |
 | David Daiches - 1969 - 356 pagina’s
...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 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,... | |
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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... 
