...We decay Like corpses in a charnel ; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. XL....miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not ngain ; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart...

...ability, and rather affecting from their moral than intellectual bearing. But now " He has outsoar'd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate...mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self had ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn : " and,...

...grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay; He has outsoared the shadow of our night] Envy and...torture not again From the contagion of the world's alow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain Nor,...

...and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. He has outsoar'd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate...now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented...

...his genius and his untimely end. It bore the beautiful motto from his own " Adonais:" — s • . " He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and...delight, Can touch him not, and torture not again." On the Monday following I gained admission, to the National Gallery of the paintings of the old masters,...

...of the monument is inscribed the following passage from the poet's Adonais:— " He has out-soar'd the shadow of our Night; Envy and calumny, and hate...now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self h;is ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented...

...peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awaken'd from the dream of life. He has outsoar'd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate...delight, Can touch him not, and torture not again." — SHELLEY. ON hearing of the recent illness of Constance, Mrs. Podmore renewed her entreaties that...

...We decay Like corpses in a charnel ; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. XL....mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn. XLI....

...What could be more beautiful than this tribute of an affectionate contemporary ! " ' He has outso.ired the shadow of our night.; Envy and calumny, and hate...unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not nor torture him again. From the contagion of the world's slow stain He ia sceure, and now can never...

...We decay Like corpses in a charnel ; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. XL....mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn. XLI....