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...has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild Even as the winds and waters an» ; m Cullen uiiglit steal ou me, Ami I might feel iu the warm air My cheek grow cold, und hear the sea Breathe...

...on my lips. CHAPTER XXIX. u Alas ! I have 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 must beai Till death, like sleep, might steal on me." SHELLHT. "How late, you have slept, Miss !" said Kitty,...

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...life pleasure ; To mo that cup has been dealt in another measure. Tet now despair itself is mild Even 3. 3. x 3. Shelley.— Born 1792, Died 1822. 1370.— OZYMANDIAS OP EGYPT. I met a traveller from an antique land...

...he begins in the third stanza to see himself as a tired child : Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. MOORE. The value of the anthology, if we compile it, would be that it creates a new standard. Of course,...

...one of the stanzas, ' Written in dejection near Naples ' : — Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Mabel, looking down through the still clear water at The deep's untrampled floor, With green and purple...

...1818) shows the self -pitying note without the dizzy raptures: Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like...must bear Till death like sleep might steal on me, . . . The "Ode to the West Wind," in terza rima, has both the self-pitying and the apocalyptic note,...

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...with Harriet Westbrook. He felt ill, suffering from the stricture of pleurisy that later made him cry: I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away...must bear Till death like sleep might steal on me. To Godwin ha wrote: My health has been materially worse; my feelings at intervals are of a deadly and...