...as might be expected, but with a tone of patient resignation : — " Yet now despair itself is mild, Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death...steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek fever cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." " Some might lament that...

...has been dealt in another measure. " Yet now despair itself is mild, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death,...might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My chock grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. " Some might lament...

...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,...might steal on me. And I might feel in the warm air Some might lament that I was cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, • Which my lost heart, too...

...other lines 'most musical, most melancholy,' where he wishes he could lie down like a tired child, ' Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might...in the warm air, My cheek grow cold, and hear the aea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.' Poor Shelley ! how glorious a spirit dwelt in him...

...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 inc. And I might feel in the warm air Some might lament that I was cold, As I, when this sweet day...

...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,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." But this dejection — the result of many causes — gave place to a happier mood before the poet was...

...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,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." But this dejection — the result of many causes — gave place to a happier mood before the poet was...

...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,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." But this dejection — the result of many causes — gave place to a happier mood before the poet was...

...are ; I could lie down like a tired child And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and jet must bear, "Till Death, like sleep, might steal on...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." — Shelley. Ah "hope deferred" is wearing pain ! The wanderer passeth to the sea — Long years of...

...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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony! . . Too beautiful to laugh at, however empty and sentimental. True : but why beautiful ? Because there...