 | 1824 - 984 psl.
...life pleasure •-— To me that cup has been dealt in another Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like...child, And weep away the life 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... | |
 | 1824 - 798 psl.
...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 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... | |
 | 1831
...seem as if the poet had a secret presentiment of his own death. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down' like...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... | |
 | 1824 - 818 psl.
...life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like...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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 440 psl.
...pleasure;— To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like...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... | |
 | 1824 - 486 psl.
...life pleasure; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. 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 load of care Which I have borne and still must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And... | |
 | 1825 - 828 psl.
...m«Imb*P*^falt in another measure. i I>TOW?. ' f.^ cm, " Yet " Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like...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... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 430 psl.
...life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away this life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear. Till death, like sleep, might steal on me.... | |
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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... 
