...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, —...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. 1818. Lyrics from PROMETHEUS UNBOUND (Act i) Chorus of Spirits (to Prometheus). FROM unremembered ages...

...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, —...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. 1818. 1824 LYRICS FROM PROMETHEUS UNBOUND From Act. I. ON a poet's lips I slept Dreaming like a love-adept...

...sweet day is done, 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...Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoy'd, like joy in memory yet." The pieces, that call to mind Beaumont and Fletcher, are such as...

...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. Sonnet Lift not the painted veil which those who live Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there,...

...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 —...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. Music, When Soft Voices Die Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet...