...Vibrates in the memory ; Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. To . The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for...devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ! Poems written in 1821. Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong ; They learn in suffering...

...leaving in battle no blot on his name, Look proudly to heaven from the deathbed of fame.' 8. ' The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for...to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow.' 9. ' He did not feel the driver's whip Nor the burning heat of day, For death had illumined the land...

...Shakspeare ; the most they can in reality lay claim to is a blind traditional admiration for him— The desire of the moth for the star, of the night for the morrow ; The devotion to something afar— and so far that they cannot get near enough, for the present, to recognise him at all Very few grown...

...out, but for him the blackness and blindness of night had never so utterly fallen. CHAPTER II. " THE DESIRE OF THE MOTH FOR THE STAR, OF THE NIGHT FOR THE MORROW." HOURS passed by uncounted, unheeded by him ; the chimes of the campanile had chimed twelve, and one,...

...out, but for him the blackness and blindness of night had never so utterly fallen. t CHAPTER II. "THE DESIRE OF THE MOTH FOR THE STAR, OF THE NIGHT FOR THE MOE11OW." HOURS passed by uncounted, unheeded by him ; the chimes of the campanile had chimed twelve,...

...and Pity from thee more dear than that from another. I can give not what men call love, but wilt thou accept not the worship the heart lifts above and the...devotion to something afar from the sphere of our sorrow? PB SHELLEY 501 rT'HERE is a shadow for each bough -L that bends across the lake; an answering echo...

...Pity from thee more dear Than that from another. 1 can give not what men call love ; But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the...devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ? ViL THE FLIGHT OF LOVE. HEN the lamp is shattered, The light in the dust lies dead— When the cloud...

...pity from thee is more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love ; But will thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the...devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ? Shelley. LXX. A song to lay at the feet of my Love — Something that when the singing is done, And...

...love ! King of a realm without a throne, Ruled by resistless tears alone ! TO M , FROM ABROAD. "The desire of the moth for the star — Of the night for...devotion to something afar From the sphere of our Borrow." SHELI.EV. " L'alma, quel che non ha, sogna e flk'ura." METASTASIU. As, gazing on the Pleiades,...

...skiee, And all that's beat of good and bright Meets in her aspect and her eyes," etc. Or Shelley's " The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for...devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow. " It is easy to see lines of genius akin to the gloomy discontent of Byron, the unearthly melody of...