| 1824 - 984 pages
...surround— Smiling they live and call life pleasure •-— To me that cup has been dealt in another Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...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... | |
| 1824 - 798 pages
...surround,— Smiling they live and call life pleasure ; 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 He down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till... | |
| 1831
...in Dejection near Naples," it would seem as if the poet had a secret presentiment of his own death. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...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 coming... | |
| 1824 - 818 pages
...surround, — Smiling they live and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...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 lament... | |
| Edward Phillips - 1824 - 310 pages
...crown'd -— Nor fame , nor power , nor love , nor leisure : Others I see whom these surround , — Yet now despair itself is mild , Even as the winds...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. 5. Some might lament... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 438 pages
...— Smiling they live and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...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 lament... | |
| 1824 - 486 pages
...surround, Smiling they live, and call life pleasure; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...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
...live and caUjife;ple^1me.)TTr , V To m«Imb*P*^falt in another measure. i I>TOW?. ' f.^ cm, " Yet " Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...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... | |
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