...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...now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain. in the thought. It is less repulsive than metaphysics, and yet vague enough for all purposes...

...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...

...worms within our living clay. • XL. He has oiitsoar'd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumnv, and hate and pain. And that unrest which men miscall...Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparklets ashes load an unlamenled urn. XLI. He lives, he wakes — 'tis Death is dead, not he ; Monrn...

...outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and ealumny, and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miseall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again ;...contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now ean never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has eeased...

...Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay. XL. He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and...world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mouni A heart grown cold, a head grown grev in vain ; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn,...

...flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal. ***** He has outsoar'd the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny, and hate...burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn. ***** The inheritors of unfulfilled renown, Rose from their thrones built beyond mortal thought Far...