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...pain is fraught: Our sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things born...That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness LEIGH HUNT. TO HIS SON, SIX YEARS OLD, DURING SICKNESS. SLEEP breathes at last from out thee, My little...

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...a cloud of fire ; The deep blue thou wingest, And singing .still doit soar ami soaring ever nngest. Teach me half the gladness ' ' ' That thy brain must...know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow. ' r The world should listen then, as I am listening now.* * See the ' Beauties of Shelley,' IBmo, 1830....

...some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better...

...pain is fraught ; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought ! Yet if we could scorn, Hate, and pride, and fear ! If we were things born...tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near ?" Of those compositions which are purely descriptive, the well-known stanzas to the " Medusa of Leonardo...

...pain is fraught: Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought ! Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear— If we were things born...tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near !' " By the middle of this month we shall lose sight entirely of that most airy, active, and indefatigable...

...tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things bom Mot to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should...That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scomer of the ground ! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness...

...that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things horn Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever...Better than all measures . Of delightful sound, Better thun all treasures, That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground ! Teach...