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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, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek... "
The Family Library of Poetry and Song - Page 317
edited by - 1880 - 1065 pages
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The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Volume 94

1824 - 798 pages
...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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...
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The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Volume 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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Alas ! the coming event had indeed cast its shadow before. The fatal catastrophe was made known to...
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Posthumous Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 438 pages
...star-showers, thrown : I sit upon the sands alone, The lightning of the noon -tide ocean Is flashing round roe, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet!...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...
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Posthumous Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 440 pages
...heart now share in my emotion. Alas! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around, And walked with inward glory crowned— Nor fame,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...
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The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Volume 94

1824 - 818 pages
...wealth The sage in meditation found, And walk'd with inward glory crown'd — Nor fame, nor pow'r, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround,...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...
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Theatrum Poetarum Anglicanorum: Containing Brief Characters of the English ...

Edward Phillips - 1824 - 310 pages
...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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. 5. Some might lament that I were cold , As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart , too...
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The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century

Lyre - 1830 - 396 pages
...pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, F.ven as the winds and waters are : I could lie down like...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pages
...cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waten enealh the clouds. Which imago in their bulk both...and shore* And mountain crags : so slialt Ihou «ce Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 pages
...that content surpassing wealth The sage in meditation found, And walk'd with inward glory crown'd — Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, loo soon...
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The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volume 1

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 396 pages
...sweet ! did any heart now share hi my emotion. Alas ! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace withiu nor calm around, Nor that content surpassing wealth...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...
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