...majestic lines which the feverish genius of Shelley breathed over the grave of Adonais, as of one ' Who has outsoared the shadow of our night, Envy and calumny,...pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight.' There is in these lines a ring of suffering, singularly appropriate to Shelley himself, on whose monument,...

...mistime us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. XL. He has outsonr'd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate...miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not a^atn; From the contagion of the world's slow stain lie is secure, and now can never mnurn A heart...

...cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. XL He has outsonr'd the shadow of our night ; Knvy inaccessibly Hemm'd in with rifts and precipices...hanging crags, many a cove and bay. And whilst the out ; Krom the contagion of the world's elow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown...

...grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and...calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men must call delight, Can toucn him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's stow...

...grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and...calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men must call delight. Can tour, i him not and torture not again ; From the contagion of the world's slow...

...fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal. ***** He has outsoar.d the shadow of our night j Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest...and torture not again ; , From the contagion of the world.s slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain...

...cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. XL. He has outsonr'd the shadow of our night; Knvy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which...contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now«can never moum A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self has...

...which tho poet changes from his sorrow to rejoicing. " Ho has outsonred the shadow of our night; Knvy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which...men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture notugniu. From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart...

...trace His extreme way to her dim dwelling-place. that unrest which men miscall delight Can touch her not, and torture not again ; From the contagion of the world's slow stain She is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain. Peace ! peace...

...man of inferior ability, and rather affecting from their moral than intellectual bearing. But now " He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and...miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again ; I From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown...