 | Miriam Coles Harris - 1860 - 516 pages
...CHATTER XXIX. " Alas ! I h»ve 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 most bear Till death, like sleep, might steal on me." SBELLBT. " How late you have slept, Miss !" said... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1860 - 394 pages
...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,... | |
 | Miriam Coles Harris - 1860 - 518 pages
...lips. CHAPTER XXIX. " Alas ! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor culm around— I conld lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and vet must bi&r Till death, like sleep, might steal on me." SnELLIY. " How late you have slept, Miss... | |
 | Oliver Wendell Holmes - 1860 - 334 pages
...evening in more common lives. The profound melancholy of those lines of Shelley, " I could lie down a tired child And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear," came from a heart, as be says, " too soon grown old,"—at twenty-six years, as dull people count time,... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1860 - 400 pages
...law. But no, the cloud of sentiment must close over again, and Yet now despair itself is mild Kven 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,... | |
 | Paul Hamilton Payne - 1860 - 614 pages
...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... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 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...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. PB Shelley ccxxvni... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 pages
...they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now deapair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ;...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. SHELLEY. I HEARD the... | |
 | Miriam Coles Harris - 1862 - 516 pages
...lips. CHAPTER XXIX. 44 Alas ! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around— ****** I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away...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. "... | |
 | 1863 - 542 pages
...weakness, of a longing to lean somewhere and no strength on which to lean, runs through his whole poems : " Yet now despair itself is mild Even as the winds and...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... | |
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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... 
