...hope is too like despair for prudence to smother, and pity from thee more dear than that from another. I can give not what men call love, but wilt thou accept...the worship the heart lifts above and the heavens reje¿l not; the desire of the moth for the star, of the night for the morrow, the devotion to something...

...hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And Pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept...something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ? NOTE ON 1'OEMS OF 1821. BY MRS. SHELLEY. MY task becomes inexpressibly painful as the year draws near that...

...hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And Pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept...heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not : The deaire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar o C& "-v...

...in others and themselves, For they had learnt their lesson in a camp ; But not ungenerous.' 2. ' The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for...to something afar, From the sphere of our sorrow.' 3. ' A dark and guilty spot : 'Tis ne'er to be erased, 'Tis ne'er to be forgot.' 4. They league to...

...each flower Loves the sun's life-giving power ; For dead, thy breath to life might move me. * * » * I can give not what men call love : But wilt thou...worship the heart lifts above And the heavens reject not ?' so the coveted letters were at last in my possession ! But at what a cost ! As I thought over the...

...from her father's lips, she could not mistake ; with desire — but the desire of the unattainable : ' of the moth for the star ; of the night for the morrow ; ' with the reverence of the worshipper for his patron saint. ' Nothing is the matter, Maggie, thank...

...which we all know more or less by heart are but so many different modes of giving utterance to — The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for...devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow. He is always dwelling upon the melancholy doctrine expressed in his last poem by the phrase that God...

...common or equal one.' So Pascal seems to have felt ' The desire of the moth to the star, Of the day to the morrow ; The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow.' It is something not uncommon in the history of eminent men. An Addison woos a countess for fifteen...

...to smother, And Pity from thee more dea7 Than that from another. I can give not what men call lore ; ife ? Shelley.— Barn 1792, Died 1822. 1368.— INVOCATION. Rarely, rarely, comest thou, Spirit of Delight...

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