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...of saddest thou ght. Vet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, .and fear ; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should...Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground * Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • . • Such harmonious madness From my lips...

...tell of saddest thought. Yet if we coutd scorn Bate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not ylor Belter than all measure* Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy...

...tell the saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should...Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground \ Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness LEIGH HUNT. TO HIS SON,...

...cannot be, Shadow of annoyance, Never came near thee: Thou lovest, and ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better...Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground. Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow,...

...tell of saddest thought _ Yet if we could ecorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things bom Not read, How calm and sweet the victories of life, How terrorlesfi the triumph of the grave ! arc Ibund, Thy skill to poet were, thou scomer of the ground .' Teach me half the gladness That thy...

...a cloud of fire ; The deep blue thou wingest, And singing .still doit soar ami soaring ever nngest. Teach me half the gladness ' ' ' That thy brain must...know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow. ' r The world should listen then, as I am listening now.* * See the ' Beauties of Shelley,' IBmo, 1830....

...of saddest thought ! Yet if we could scorn, Hate, and pride, and fear ! If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near ?" Of those compositions which are purely descriptive, the well-known stanzas to the " Medusa of Leonardo...

...of saddest thought ! Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear— If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near !' " By the middle of this month we shall lose sight entirely of that most airy, active, and indefatigable...

...tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should...Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness, From my lips would...