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... Spirit of the English Magazines - Pagina 4801824Visualizzazione completa - Informazioni su questo libro
 | ...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...Sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. (28-36) It would be fair to say that "despair is mild" in the late lyrics too, and yet the speaker's... | |
 | Oliver Caviglioli, Ian Harris - 2000 - 224 pagine
...unfulfilled genius: Andre Chenier, Keats, and Shelley, who himself yeamed to be absorbed into the infinite, 'and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony'., Most famous of all these short-lived geniuses was the boy poet Thomas Chatterton, Wordsworth's 'marvellous... | |
 | Thomas R. Frosch - 2007 - 359 pagine
...it is in the Stanzas written in Dejection, near Naples: "I could lie down like a tired child . . . and hear the Sea / Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony" (30, 35-36). The existence of these two contrary impulses is still an incompletely resolved problem... | |
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