...to disdain it ; One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And Pity from thee more dear I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept...devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ? NOTE ON THE POEMS OF 1821. BY THE EDITOE. MY task becomes inexpressibly painful as the year drawl...

...One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it. One hope is too like despair For prndence to smother. And Pity from thee more dear Than that...men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship tlie heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not : Ths desire of the moth for the star, Of the night...

...Vibrates in the memory ; Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. To . The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for...devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ! Poems written in 1821. Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong ; They learn in suffering...

...leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven from the deathbed of fame.' 8. ' The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for...to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow.' 9. ' He did not feel the driver's whip Nor the burning heat of day, For death had illumined the land...

...often profaned V_y for me to profane it ; one feeling too falsely disdained for thee to disdain it. One hope is too like despair for prudence to smother,...something afar from the sphere of our sorrow? PB SHELLEY 501 rT'HERE is a shadow for each bough -L that bends across the lake; an answering echo for each sound...

...is too like despair For prudence to smother, And Pity from thee more dear Than that from another. 1 can give not what men call love ; But wilt thou accept...devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ? ViL THE FLIGHT OF LOVE. HEN the lamp is shattered, The light in the dust lies dead— When the cloud...

...And pity from thee is more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love ; But will thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above...devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ? Shelley. LXX. A song to lay at the feet of my Love — Something that when the singing is done, And...

...too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it. One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother,...above And the heavens reject not ; The desire of the north for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of...

...skiee, And all that's beat of good and bright Meets in her aspect and her eyes," etc. Or Shelley's " The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for...devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow. " It is easy to see lines of genius akin to the gloomy discontent of Byron, the unearthly melody of...

...Vibrates in the memory ; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. TO . The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for...devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ! Poems written in 182i. Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong ; They learn in suffering...