...gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely inoan; They mightHament — for I am one Whom men love not, — and yet regret,...Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its rtainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet SONG FOR TASSO. I loced —...

...sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; 40 They might lament— for I am one Whom men love not, and...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. 45 Percy Bysshe Shelley. CCXXIX DESPONDENCY REBUKED. Say not, the struggle nought availeth, The labour...

...world ? Who that puffs such men for their mere talent can be called a patriot? truly might he say — "for I am one Whom men love not; and yet regret — Unlike this day, which when the sun Shall in its stainless glory set — Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory set." What a contrast...

...sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not,—...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. Shelley. THE ISLE. THERE was a little lawny islet By anemone and violet, Like mosaic, paven : And its...

...sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; 40 They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, and...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. 45 Perey Bysshc Shelley. CCXXXIII DESPONDENCY REBUKED. Say not, the struggle nought availeth, The labour...

...this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan. They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, and...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. December 1818. MISERY. 1. COME, be happy, — sit near me, Shadow-vested Misery: Coy, unwilling, silent...

...Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; 40 They might lament—for I am one Whom men love not, and yet regret; Unlike...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. 45 Percy Bysshe Shelley. CCXXXIII DESPONDENCY REBUKED. Say not, the struggle nought availeth, The labour...

...old, Insults with this untimely moan. They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, andjyet regret ; Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. Decimter 1818. MISERY. I. COME, be happy, — sit near me, Shadow-vested Misery: Coy, unwilling, silent...

...lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old. They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, —...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. SONG FOR TASSO. I taved — alas ! our life is love ; But when we cease to breathe and move, I do suppose...

...sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, —...set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory [ytt. ntcemlxr, 1818. Q 1 POEMS WRITTEN IN 1818. MAZENGHI* 0 ! FOSTER-MJBSE of man's abandoned glory...