 | Jeremiah Lewis Diman - 1866 - Страниц: 726
...like a man who resembled him in nothing but a love of liberty, and the abuse he got for it, — " I could lie down like a tired child And weep away the...have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep should steal on me, And I might fuel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1866 - Страниц: 428
...saddening as that of evening in more common lives. The profound melancholy of those lines o» Shelley, "I could lie down like a tired child And weep away the life of care Which I hare borne and yet must bear," came from a heart, as he says, " too soon grown old," — at twenty-six... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1868 - Страниц: 712
...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...bear, Till death, like 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... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - Страниц: 458
...despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, 30 And weep away the life of care Which I have borne,...bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea 35 Breathe o'er my dying brain its... | |
 | 1868 - Страниц: 902
...moment, and certain not to endure. " 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." * Such is their language ; so writes one of the most distinguished of these "apostles of affliction."... | |
 | John Bartlett - 1868 - Страниц: 828
...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 borne, and yet must bear. Stanzas, written in Dejection, near Naples. That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals... | |
 | 1869 - Страниц: 254
...been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, E'en as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the...bear, Till death like 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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1870 - Страниц: 628
...dealt in another measure. IV. 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...bear, — Till death like 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... | |
 | 1870 - Страниц: 464
...despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, 30 And weep away the life of care Which I have borne,...bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea 35 Breathe o'er my dying brain its... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1870 - Страниц: 266
...as that of evening in more common 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 born and yet must bear, came from a heart, as he says, " too soon grown old," — at twenty-six years,... | |
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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... 
