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...surround ; Smiling they live, and call 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 ; Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel...

...— Smiling they live, aud call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And 1 might feel in the warm air My cheek grow wet, aud hear the sea Hrcathe o'er my dying brain its last...

...Nor peace within, nor calm around, Nor that content surpassing wealth, The sage in meditation found. I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life and care Which I have borne, and yet must bear.' Such seasons are not to be wondered at. Apart from...

...— Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...might steal on me. And I might feel in the warm air Some might lament that I was cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, • Which my lost heart, too...

...— Smiling they live, and call life pleasure: — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...must bear. Till death, like sleep, might steal on inc. And I might feel in the warm air Some might lament that I was cold, As I, when this sweet day...

...life pleasure ; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. " Yet now despair itself is mild, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne,...might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My chock grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. " Some might lament...

...as might be expected, but with a tone of patient resignation : — " Yet now despair itself is mild, Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death...steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek fever cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." " Some might lament that...

...Divine" in the ocean. " He went in silence along the shore of the loud-roaring sea." — Iliad, I. " Yet now Despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...weep away the life of care Which I have borne and jet must bear, "Till Death, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek...

...of sentiment must close over again, and Yet now despair itself is mild Even as the winds and wafers are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away this life of care, Which I have borne, and still must bear, Till death like sleep might seize on me,...