...Every reader of poetry, we may assume, is acquainted with Shelley's exquisite song, commencing — " I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright ;" and also with Byron's— " There be none of Beauty's daughters With a magic like thee, And like...

...spot whence I had come, That I might there present it ! — Oh ! to whom ? LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how ? To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak...

...to the spot whence I had come, That I might there present it!—Oh! to whom? LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me—who knows how? To thy chamber window, sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent...

...the spot whence I had come, That I might there present H !— Oh ! to whom i .LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I ARISE from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...spirit in my feet Has led me— who knows how ? To thy chamber window, sweet ! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak...

...with a transition less startling. The following Lines to an Indian Air, make an exquisite serenade. " I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The champak odours fall, Like sweet thoughts in a dream ; The nightingale's complaint It dies upon her...

...kiss the sea ; What are all these kissings worth If thou kiss not me ? LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. I AKISE from dreams of thee, In the first sweet sleep of night,...who knows how ? — To thy chamber-window sweet. The Champak odours fall Like sweet thoughts in a dream. The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart,...

...with a transition less startling. The following Lines to an Indian Air, make an exquisite serenade. " I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep...from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me—who knows how ? To thy chamber-window, sweet! " The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the...

...could cleanse thy damning stains away. Literary Gazette. SONG, WRITTEN FOR AN INDIAN AIR. BY THE LATE PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. I ARISE from dreams of thee,...When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are burning bright. I arise from dreams of thee, ' And a spirit, in my feet, Hath led me, — who knows...

...could cleanse thy damning stains away. Literary Gazette. SOXG, WRITTEN FOB AN INDIAN AIR. BY THE LATE PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. I ARISE from dreams of thee,...When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are burning bright. I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit, in my feet, Hath led me, — who knows how...

...stains away. Literary Gazelle. ' . SONG, WRITTEN FOR AN INDIAW AIR. BY THE LATE PERCY BYSSHJS SHELLEY. 1 ARISE from dreams of thee, In the first sweet sleep...When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are burning bright. I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit, in my feet, Hath Jed me, — who knows how...