...weakness, of a longing to lean somewhere and no strength on which to lean, runs through his whole poems : " Yet now despair itself is mild Even as the winds and...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...

...CHAPTER XXIX. " Alas ! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around— *•**•* I conld lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life...must bear Till death, like sleep, might steal on me." SHELLBT. " Row late you have slept, Miss !" said Kitty, as she hnr. tied up in answer to my bell. "...

...nor power, nor love, nor leisure ; — Others I see whom these surround — Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt...bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last...

...fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see, whom these surround ; Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt...in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Ev'n as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care...

...stanzas Shelley writes subjectively, but he begins in the third stanza to see himself as a tired child : Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...bear, Till death like sleep might Steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last...

...Shelley, drowned in this sea, and quoted one of the stanzas, ' Written in dejection near Naples ' : — Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...bear. Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last...

...Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround ; Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt...another measure. " Yet now despair itself is mild, Ev'n as the winds and waters are ; / could lie down like a tired child, And weep away He life of care...

...written in Dejection near Naples" (in 1818) shows the self -pitying note without the dizzy raptures: Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...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,...

...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...

...13-16) ChER; EnRP; FiP; OBEY; OBNC ChER; GTBS; GTBS-P; OBNC Stanzas Written in Dejection, near Naples 67 XIV, 1. 497 . (1. 30—33) ChER; EnRP; FaBV; FiP; GTBS; GTBS-P; NAEL-2; NAWM-2; NoP; PoRA; TEP 68 Thou shoreless...