 | 1824 - 798 str.
...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...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 heart, too soon... | |
 | 1824 - 984 str.
...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... | |
 | 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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Alas ! the coming event had indeed cast its shadow before. The fatal catastrophe was made known to... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 438 str.
...— 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...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 heart, too soon... | |
 | 1824 - 818 str.
...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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 598 str.
...er юемиге. " Yet now despair itself is mild, Even a» the wind» and water» are) I could He down like a tired child, And weep away the life of...feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the »ta Breathe o'er my dying brain its Ust monotony. ' 'Ч "Some might lament tiiai I were cold, As 1,... | |
 | 1824 - 488 str.
...; I 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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament when I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 604 str.
...winds and waters are j I could lie down like a tired child. And weep away the life of care Which I bave borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might...warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe oVr my dying brain its lust monotony. 44 Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet... | |
 | 1824 - 486 str.
...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 str.
...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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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... 
