...this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; They 0 "/ 1882 Harper" Sargent Epes" Epes Sargent( PERCY BTSSHE SHELLEY. 423 THE FUGITIVES. i. The waters are flashing, The white hail is dashing, The...

...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. PEKCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. DRlFTlNG APART. OUT of sight of the heated land, Over the breezy sea, Into the...

...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. To MUSIC, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within...

...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. CLXXIL SONG. TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND. MEN of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay ye low ?...

...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.) ODE TO THE WEST WIND. I. 0 wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou from...

...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.) ODE TO THE WEST WIND. i. O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou from...

...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 —...this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glnry set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. CLXXII. SONG. TO THF. MEN OF F.NflI.ANI>....

...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, —...yet regret ; Unlike this day, which, when the sun TO Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory ; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within...

...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. MISERY. 1. /"*01IE, be happy — sit near me, V^ Shadow-vested Misery : Coy, unwilling, silent bride,...

...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. PB Shelley. CCCLXIX. Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our...