...our living clay. XL. He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain. And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not ngain ; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart...

...bearing. But now " He has outsoar'd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch...now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self had ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented...

...within our living clay; He has outsoared the shadow of our night] Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch...torture not again From the contagion of the world's alow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain Nor,...

...within our living clay. He has outsoar'd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest, which men miscall delight, Can touch...burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn. He lives, he wakes — 'tis death is dead, not he ; Mourn not for Adonais. — Thou young dawn, Turn...

...Adonais:" — s • . " He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain ; And that unrest, which men miscall delight, Can touch him not, and torture not again." On the Monday following I gained admission, to the National Gallery of the paintings of the old masters,...

...poet's Adonais:— " He has out-soar'd the shadow of our Night; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch...head grown grey in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self h;is ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn." The workmanship is admirable, "...

...the dream of life. He has outsoar'd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest, which men miscall delight, Can touch him not, and torture not again." — SHELLEY. ON hearing of the recent illness of Constance, Mrs. Podmore renewed her entreaties that...

...our living clay. XL. He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch...now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented...

...again. From the contagion of the world's slow stain He ia sceure, and now can never know A heart gr^wn cold, a head grown grey in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's...self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an uulamented urn !' " Dear, noble Keats ! ' To live in hearts we leave behind, is not to die !' A sweet,...

...niglit ; Envy and calumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall deligbt, Can U)uch him not, and torture not again. From the contagion...grown grey in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has coas'd to burn, With sparkless ashes load an utilamented urn," The design of the monument (beautiful...