 | Casket - 1874 - 840 pages
...pleasure;— To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, 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 like sleep might steal on me. And I might... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1874 - 798 pages
...wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong ; They learn in suffering what they teach in song. Ibid. I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have horne, and yet must bear. Stanzas, written in Dejection, near Naples. That orbed maiden, with white... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1875 - 890 pages
...wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong ; They learn in suffering what they teach in song.2 Ibid. I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away...life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear. Stanzas, written in Dejection, near Naples. That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals... | |
 | Dublin city, univ - 1875 - 386 pages
...upon the midnight with no pain. When? (/). I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away this life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear. Till death like sleep might steal on me. Under what influences and presences of Nature ? (g). Johnson said there is "perhaps some melancholy"... | |
 | Edward Shepherd Creasy - 1876 - 726 pages
...life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. " Yet now despair itself is mikl, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down...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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1877 - 104 pages
...surround ; Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | 1877 - 660 pages
...surround. Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt out in other measure. " Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are. I could sit down, like a tired child, And weel> away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear,... | |
 | Amelia B. Edwards - 1878 - 376 pages
...— Smiling they live, and call life pleasure; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...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... | |
 | John Addington Symonds - 1878 - 424 pages
...pl»y. The Stanzas written in Dejection, near Naples, echo tho thought with a slight variation : — Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters arc ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet... | |
 | Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards - 1879 - 390 pages
...— Smiling they live, and call life pleasure; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...bear, — Till death like sleep might steal on me, And l might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last... | |
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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... 
