 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 頁
...despair itself is mild, Even us the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, Atid weep away the life of care Which I have borne and...the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Ireathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Home might lament that I were cold, As I, when this... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1847 - 408 頁
...the tempest of his affection — how exquisite the pathos conveyed by the closing stanza : — " Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and...I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away this life of care, Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till Death like sleep might steal on me,... | |
 | 1874 - 714 頁
...with and Humour 'da little, to keep it quiet, till it falls* asleep, and then the Care is over." " I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away...must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me." JWW BEALE : BAILLIE : BALIOL : BAILLEUL. — One fact may establish a theory. The fact is, that in... | |
 | Edward Shepherd Creasy - 1850 - 528 頁
...dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lio down like a tired child, And weep away the life of...might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hoar the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 頁
...— Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet d her warbled strains, The auspicious fruit of stolen...Dryad» seized with joy, i The smiling infant to t hare borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 228 頁
...— 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...cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 228 頁
...— 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...cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost... | |
 | Frederick Edward Gretton - 1853 - 152 頁
...only pleasure ; I have cups mingled with a different wine. XXII. Tet now despair itself is mild, E'en as the winds and waters are : I could lie down like...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 the... | |
 | James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch - 1853 - 770 頁
...weep away this life of care, Which I have borne and still must bear, Till death like sleep might seize on me, And I might feel in the warm air, My cheek...cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony !' . . . Too beautiful to laugh at, however empty and sentimental. True ; but why beautiful?... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1854 - 608 頁
...away this life of care, Which I have borne, and still must bear, Till death like sleep might seize ځA T v 8 z 3 n 6 Y 0K i 2 Ǝ Z u7 Ҧ... 0 j E k K!% Y чY ++H[z 3( є ( Q o last monotony !" Too beautiful to laugh at, however empty and sentimental. True; but why beautiful?... | |
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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... 
