 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, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek...  The Family Library of Poetry and Song - Page 317edited by - 1880 - 1065 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1870 - 628 pages
...Smiling they live, and call life pleasure; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. IV. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. v. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1871 - 742 pages
...birds, the ocean floods, The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's. I see the Deep's untrajipled floor With green and purple sea-weeds strown ; I see...the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breath o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet... | |
 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - American poetry - 1873 - 782 pages
...— Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To mo that cup has been dealt in another measure. Tet 3. 3. 3. Shelley.— Born 1792, Died 1822. 1370.— OZYMANDIAS OP EGYPT. I met a traveller from an antique land... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - English poetry - 1875 - 356 pages
...walk'd with inward glory crown'd— •> Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure ; Others I sec whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. P. £. Shelley ccxxvm THE SCHOLAR My days among the Dead are past ; Around me I behold, Where'er these... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - American literature - 1876 - 860 pages
...Around its unexpanded buds ; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, mount + Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - American poetry - 1876 - 599 pages
...the ocean-floods', — The City's voice itself .is soft like Solitude's. I see the Deep's imtrampled floor With green and purple sea-weeds strown ; I see...dying brain its last monotony. PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. MY SHIP. DOWN to the wharves, as the sun goes down, And the daylight's tumult and dust and din Are... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - American literature - 1876 - 870 pages
...me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion ; How sweet, did any heart now share in my emotion I v Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - American poetry - 1876 - 562 pages
...sage in meditation found, And walked with inward glory crowned, — Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor Others I see whom these surround, — Smiling they...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. TO A SKYLARK. HAIL to thce, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, I'ourest... | |
 | Edward Shepherd Creasy - Eton college - 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... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - English poetry - 1877 - 302 pages
...Around its unexpanded buds ; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The city's voice itself is soft like solitude's. I...grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying braiu its last mouotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which... | |
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