...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...must bear Till death, like sleep, might steal on me." SHELLEY. " How late you have slept, Miss !" said Kitty, as she hurried up in answer to my bell. " I...

...lives. The profound melancholy of those lines of Shelley, "I could lie down like a tired child And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear," came from a heart, as he says, " too soon grown old," — at twenty-six years, as dull people count...

...must bear, Till death, like sleep, might seize on me, Anil I might feel, in the warm air, My cheelc grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony !'' We are told by Mr. Kingsley that II Shelley's range of vision is very narrow, his subjects few,...

...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 most bear Till death, like sleep, might steal on me." SBELLBT. " How late you have slept, Miss !" said...

...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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. PB Shelley ccxxvni THE SCHOLAR My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these...

...deapair 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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. SHELLEY. I HEARD the dogs bark in the moonlight night, And I went to the window to see the sight ;...

...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...hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last nlonotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart,...

...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...must bear Till death, like sleep, might steal on me." SHELLEY. "How late you have slept, Miss !" said Kitty, as she hur« ried up in answer to my bell. "...

...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," is a burden that reappears habitually in his poetry. There is but one passage in all Shelley's exquisite...

...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,'' is a burden that reappears habitually in his poetry. There is but one passage in all Shelley's exquisite...