...: Oblivion as they rose shrank like a thing reproved. XLVI. And many more, whose names on earth are dark. But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So...parent spark, Rose, robed in dazzling immortality, i " Thou art become- as one of us," they cry, " It was for thee yon kingless sphere has long Swung...

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...; Oblivion as they rose shrank like a thing reproved. XLTI. And many more, whose names on Earth are dark. But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So long as fire outlives the parent spafk, Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. " Thou art become as one of us," they cry ; " It was for...

...names on earth are dark, Though their transmitted effluence cannot die, So long as fire outlives its parent spark, Rose robed in dazzling immortality....Assume thy winged throne, thou Vesper of our throng." THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY. WE heard recently a keen discussion on the question, Is Thomas Macaulay,...

...destiny. And as we thought of the genius of the sculptor, the lines of Shelley glided into the mind, " It was for thee, yon kingless sphere has long Swung blind in unascended majesty." An iron safe is also here, so constructed, that no person but the inventor can open it. It is the same...

...destiny. And as we thought of the genius of the sculptor, the lines of Shelley glided into the mind, " It was for thee, yon kingless sphere has long Swung blind in unasceuded majesty." An iron safe is also here, so constructed, that no person but the inventor can...

...; Oblivion as they rose shrank like a thing reproved. XLVI. And many more, whose names on earth are dark, But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So...Vesper of our throng!" XLVII. Who mourns for Adonais ? O, come forth, Fond wretch ! and know thyself and him aright. Clasp with thy panting soul the pendulous...

...Oblivion as they rose shrank like a thing reproved. XL VI. And many more, whose names on earth are dark, But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So...Vesper of our throng ! " XLVII. Who mourns for Adonais ? oh come forth, Fond wretch ! and know thyself and him aright. Clasp with thy panting soul the pendulous...

...approved : Oblivion, as they rose, shrank like a thing reproved. And many more whose names on earth are dark, But whose transmitted effluence cannot die So...Assume thy winged throne, thou vesper of our throng !' " The gloom which envelopes this poeni is deepened by the impressive anticipation of Shelley's own...