 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 - Side 317redigeret af - 1880 - 1065 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1870 - 628 sider
...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 sider
...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 - 1873 - 782 sider
...— 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 - 1875 - 356 sider
...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 - 1876 - 860 sider
...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 - 1876 - 599 sider
...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 - 1876 - 870 sider
...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 - 1876 - 562 sider
...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 - 1876 - 726 sider
...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 - 1877 - 302 sider
...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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