...watched so Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps, And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries. I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins,...death Keeps record of the trophies won from thee, «e Hoping to still these obstinate ipuestiouiugs Of thee and thine, by forcing some lone ghost Thy...

...cold, clammy feel. They are full of ' wormy horrors,' as though the poet were one who had made his bed In charnels and on coffins, where black Death Keeps record of the trophies won from Life, as though by dwelling amid these things he had hoped to force some lone ghost ^^-— to render...

...watched Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps, And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries. I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black Death THE POET'S INVOCATION. 125 Keeps record of the trophies won from thee ; Hoping to still these obstinate...

...feel. They are full of ' wormy horrors,' as though the poet were one who had made his bed In ch.Trnels and on coffins, where black Death Keeps record of the trophies won from Life, as though by dwelling amid these things he had hoped to force some lone ghost to render up the...

...watched » Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps, And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries. I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins,...death Keeps record of the trophies won from thee, SB Hoping to still these obstinate questionings Of thee and thine, by forcing some lone ghost Thy messenger,...

...watched Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps, And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries. I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins,...black death Keeps record of the trophies won from thec, Hoping to still these obstinate questionings Of thee and thine, by forcing some lone ghost Thy...

...thy steps, And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries. I have made my bed In chamels ry member and faculty. ... I cannot forbear having...curiosity to be acquainted with the principles of tu render up the tale Of what we are. In lone and silent hours. When night makes a weird sound of its...

...thee only ; I have watched Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps, And my heart /»•* Of thy deep mysteries. I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins,...some lone ghost Thy messenger, to render up the tale V 'V Of what we are. \In lone and silent hours, When night makes a weird sound of its own stillness,...

...sake of the chill to the blood, the vibration to the nerves. When he said to Nature in "Alastor," " I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps records of the trophies won from thee," he probably scarcely exaggerated the reality. At least, one...

...watched Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps ; And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries. I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins,...messenger, to render up the tale Of what we are.' Such thoughts would have been to him ' thinking without an object,' ' abstracted speculation?,' 'cobwebs...