 | Charles Kingsley - 1859 - 432 стор.
...away this life of care, Which I have borne, and still must bear, Till death like sleep might seize 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! . . Too beautiful to laugh at, however empty and... | |
 | Miriam Coles Harris - 1860 - 514 стор.
...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 bear Till death, like sleep, might steal on me." SHELLEY. " How late you have slept, Miss !" said Kitty, as she hurried up in answer to my bell. " I... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1860 - 394 стор.
...away this life of care, Which I have borne, and still must bear, Till death like sleep might seize 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! . . Too beautiful to laugh at, however empty and... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1860 - 436 стор.
...lives. The profound melancholy of those lines of Shelley, "I could lie down like a tired child And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear," came from a heart, as he says, " too soon grown old," — at twenty-six years, as dull people count... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 стор.
...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. PB Shelley ccxxvni THE SCHOLAR My days among the... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 стор.
...deapair 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. SHELLEY. I HEARD the dogs bark in the moonlight... | |
 | Miriam Coles Harris - 1862 - 516 стор.
...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 bear Till death, like sleep, might steal on me." SHELLEY. "How late you have slept, Miss !" said Kitty, as she hur« ried up in answer to my bell. "... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1863 - 542 стор.
...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,'' is a burden that reappears habitually in his poetry. There is but one passage in all Shelley's exquisite... | |
 | 1863 - 542 стор.
...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," is a burden that reappears habitually in his poetry. There is but one passage in all Shelley's exquisite... | |
 | English poetry - 1865 - 398 стор.
...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. SHELLEY. VERSES. 'NTHINKING, idle, wild, and young,... | |
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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... 
