...Here they sleep sweetly. Shelley's favourite wish, often expressed, was to repose here. He says, — " It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place ;" and in a letter speaking of it, he calls it " the most beautifril and solemn cemetery he ever beheld,...

...where riotous sounds had never intruded and, unembellished as it was, I thought one might be almost "in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place." CHAPTER II. Not many weeks after the idiot boy's funeral the old man was laid in his place, between...

...of in the preface to his Elegy on the death of his young friend, as calculated to " make one in lore with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place."—The generous reader »ill be glad to hear, that the remains of Mr. Shelky were attended to...

...beauty and solemnity has been described by so many travellers, and of which he himself once said, " It might make one in love with death to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place." He died before he reached the age of thirty, and, with all his faults, " he was a generous and heroic...

...winter long—violets and daises mingling with the fresh herbage, and, in the words of Shelley, " making one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place." now his wish—his humble wish ; he is at peace in the quiet grave. I walked there a few days ago,...

...long — violets and daisies mingling with the fresh herbage, and, in the words of Shelley, " making one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place." Ten weeks after the close of his holy work of friendship and charity, Mr. Severn wrote to Mr. Haslam...

...circuit of ancient Rome. The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with \iolcts and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so ewcct a place. The genius of the lamented person to whose memory I have dedicated these unworthy verses,...

..." I feel the flowers growing over me ;" " and there they do grow, even all the winter long, making one in love with death to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place." The volumes before us have been long a desideratum, but we do not regret they did not appear sooner....

...his friend Shelley relates, ' in the romantic and lonely cemetery of the Protestants in that city, en, Seems as to me, of all bereft, Sole friends thy...extremity of ill. By Yarrow's stream still let me stray, * Preface to Ationait ; an elegy on the death of Keata. In Shelley's correspondence i» a letter by...

...day of , 1821, and was buried in the romantic and lovely cemetery of the Protestants in that city, under the pyramid which is the tomb of Cestius, and...think that one should be buried in so sweet a place." Reader, carry the accents in your ear, and accompany us to Leghorn. A few months only have elapsed....