...murderer could crown Life's early cup with such a draught of woe? The nameless worm would now ilself disown : It felt, yet could escape the magic tone Whose prelude held all envy, hale, and wrong. But what was howling in one breast alone. Silent with expectation of the song. Whose...

...could cro»n Life's early cup with such a draught of wlr The nameless worm would now itself d»1^'1 hale, and wn"« But what was howling in one breasl aloof > Silent with expectation of the song, Whose...

...brief space after he so spake, slept with the victim of " Endymion"...in the sunny land of song... " Live thou, whose infamy is not thy fame! Live! fear no heavier chastisement from me, Thou noteless blot on a remembered name ! But be thyself, and know thyself to...

...What deaf and viperous murderer could crown Life's early cup with such a drop of WOH t The nameless worm would now itself disown : It felt, yet could...envy, hate, and wrong, But what was howling in one breaat alone, Silent with expectation of the stint?, Whose master's hand is cold, whose silver tyre...

...What deaf and viperous murderer could crown Life'B early cup with such a drop of woe V The nameless worm would now itself disown : It felt, yet could escape the magic tone Whose prelude held all envy, Imte, and wrong-, But what was howling in one breaat alone, Silent with expectation nf the sou?, Whose...

...Hunt. The denunciations he calls down on the Reviewer of Keats's Endymion are powerfully expressed: " Live thou, whose infamy is not thy fame; Live ! fear no heavier chastisement from me, Xhou noteless blot on a remembered name; But be thyself, and know thyself to...

...What deaf and viperous murderer could crown Life's early cup with such a draught of woe 7 The nameless worm would now itself disown: It felt, yet could escape...expectation of the song. Whose master's hand is cold , whose silv er lyre unstrungxxxvn. Live thou, whose infamy is not thy fame ! Live ! fear no heavier chastisement...

...with such a draught of woe '''ll- nameless worm would now itself disown : It felt, yet could eseape the magic tone Whose prelude held all envy, hate and...master's hand is cold, whose silver lyre unstrung. xxxvn. Live thou, whose infamy is not thy fame ! Live I fear no heavier chastisement from me, Thou...

...was howling in one breast alone, Silent with expeetation of the song, Whose master's hand is eold, whose silver lyre unstrung. Live thou, whose infamy is not thy fame ! Live ! fear no heavier ehastisement from me, Thou noteless blot on a remembered name ! But be thyself, and know thyself to...

...deaf and viperous murderer could crown Life's early cup with such .a draught of woe ? The nameless worm would now itself disown : It felt, yet could escape the magic tone Whoso prelude held all envy, hate and wrong, But what was howling in one breast alone, Silent with...