 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1859 - 338 pàgines
...gentleness of pathos to the most lovely conceptions of poetry and the finest harmonies of verse : — " Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...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... | |
 | lady Jane (Gibson) Shelley - 1859 - 312 pàgines
...gentleness of pathos to the most lovely conceptions of poetry and the finest harmonies of verse : — " Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...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... | |
 | lady Jane Shelley - 1859 - 340 pàgines
...gentleness of pathos to the most lovely conceptions of poetry and the finest harmonies of verse : — " Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...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... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1860 - 400 pàgines
...which follows that short gleam of healthy feeling and coming to himself — — fame nor power, nor love, nor leisure, Others I see whom these surround,...pleasure, To me that cup has been dealt in another measure ! Poor Shelley! As if the peace within, and the calm around, and the content surpassing wealth, were... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1860 - 394 pàgines
...and to obey a law. But no, the cloud of sentiment must close over again, and Yet now despair itsolf is mild Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away this life of care, Which I have borne, and still must bear, Till death like sleep might seize on me,... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1860 - 424 pàgines
...which follows that short gleam of healthy feeling, and coming to himself — —fame nor power, nor love, nor leisure, Others I see whom these surround, Smiling they live and call lite pleasure, To me that cup has been dealt in another measure! Poor Shelley ! As if the peace within,... | |
 | Paul Hamilton Payne - 1860 - 614 pàgines
...can find no better terms than ''empty and sentimental," for words like these, wrung from the heart? ' Yet, now, despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I crmld lie down, like a tired child, And weep away this life of care, Which I have borne and still must... | |
 | Miriam Coles Harris - 1860 - 514 pàgines
...on my lips. CHAPTER XXIX. " Alas ! I have nor 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.... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1860 - 428 pàgines
...saddening 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 borne and yet must bear," came from a heart, as he says, " too soon grown... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 pàgines
...its measured motion— How sweet ! did any heart now share in my emotion. Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure ; Others I see whom these surround—...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... | |
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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... 
