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...I leave England for ever." CHAPTER XII. But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts ahove, And the Heavens reject not, The desire of the moth...something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ? PB SHELLEY. IT was not with a light heart — for I loved Glanville too well, not to be powerfully affected by...

...gem, Tell me, O memory, what shines so fair ? The face of the sweet child I knew at Rome ! TO " The desire of the moth for the star — Of the night for...to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow," SHELLET. ' L'alma, quel che non ha, sogna e figura." METASTASIO. As, gazing on the Pleiades, We count...

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...what men eall love, But wilt thou aceept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens rejeet not: The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night...devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ! GOOD-NIGHT. GOOD-NIGHT I ah ! no ; the hour is ill Which severs those it should unite ; Let us remain...

...too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it. One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother,...devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ! GOOD-NIGHT. GOOD-SIGHT ! ah ! no ; the hour is ill Which severs those it should unite ; Let us remain...

...to-morrow; on the day after, I leave England for ever." CHAPTER LXXV'H • • # * • But wilt i lion accept not The worship the heart lifts above, And...something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ? PB SHELLEY. IT was not with a light heart—for I loved Glanville too well, not to he powerfully affected by his...

...too often profaned For me to profane it ; One feeling too falsely disdai n'd For thee to disdain it. One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother,...devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow. TO A LADY WITH A GUITAR. Ariel to Miranda : — Take This slave of music, for the sake Of him who is...