| 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...sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might... | |
| 1824 - 984 pages
...•-— To me that cup has been dealt in another Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child,...of care Which I have borne and yet must bear. Till deatb like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the... | |
| 1831
...poet had a secret presentiment of his own death. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down' like a tired child,...sleep, might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Alas ! the... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 438 pages
...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 a tired child,...sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might... | |
| 1824 - 818 pages
...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 a tired child,...sleep 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... | |
| 1824 - 486 pages
...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 a tired child, And weep away the load of care Which I have borne and still must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And... | |
| 1825 - 828 pages
...m«Imb*P*^falt in another measure. i I>TOW?. ' f.^ cm, " Yet " Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child,...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 grow cold, and hear... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 pages
...despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; t could lie down like a tired child, An.i weep away the life of care Which I have borne and...sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek, grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might... | |
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