QuoteQuest“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 grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.”
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- Title
- Wikiquote: Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Type
- reference · Secondary source
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- Wikiquote
Context
Stanzas Written in Dejection Near Naples (1818), st. 5 [http://www.readprint.com/work-1373/Percy-Bysshe-Shelley]
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Shelley, Percy Bysshe. (n.d.). Wikiquote: Percy Bysshe Shelley. Wikiquote. https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley
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