...is too like despair For prudence to smother, And Pity from thee more dear, Than that from another. I can give not what men call love. But wilt thou accept...devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ? MUSIC. I PANT for the music which is divine, My heart in its thirst is a dying flower; Pour forth...

...Pity from thee more dear, Than that from another. I can give not what men call love, But wilt them accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the...devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow i MUSIC. I PAST for the music which is divine, My heart in its thirst is a dying flower ; Pour forth...

...And Pily from thee more dear Than lhal from another. I can givo not what men call love ; But \vilt hough one blind man could not move without stumbling,...terror— for as he started forward in rage, I caught Î MUSIC. I PANT for the music which ¡я divine, My heart in il« thinst is a dying flower ; Pour...

...hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept...devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ? LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY. THE fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean. The winds...

...I leave England for ever." CHAPTER XII. But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts ahove, And the Heavens reject not, The desire of the moth...devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ? PB SHELLEY. IT was not with a light heart — for I loved Glanville too well, not to be powerfully...

...accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, The desire of the moth for lho star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ? MUSIC. I PAWI for the music which is divine, My heart in its thirst is a dying flower ; Pour forth...

...gem, Tell me, O memory, what shines so fair ? The face of the sweet child I knew at Rome ! TO " The desire of the moth for the star — Of the night for...to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow," SHELLET. ' L'alma, quel che non ha, sogna e figura." METASTASIO. As, gazing on the Pleiades, We count...

...hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And Pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love; But wilt thou accept...devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow > MUSIC. I PANT for the music which is divine. My heart in its thirst is a dying flower ; Pour forth...

...what men eall love, But wilt thou aceept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens rejeet not: The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night...devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ! GOOD-NIGHT. GOOD-NIGHT I ah ! no ; the hour is ill Which severs those it should unite ; Let us remain...

...hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And Pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept...devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ! GOOD-NIGHT. GOOD-SIGHT ! ah ! no ; the hour is ill Which severs those it should unite ; Let us remain...