...must man be one ? (e) I knew not yet the gauge of Time Nor wore the manacles of Space. (/) Dost them to-night behold, Here, through the moonlight on this...grass, The unfriendly palace in the Thracian wild ? (g) But thou possesses! an immortal lot, And we imagine thee exempt from age And living as thou liv'st...

...after many years, in distant lands, Still nourishing in thy bewildered brain That wild, unquenched, deep-sunken, old-world pain — Say, will it never...tranquil Thames, And moonshine, and the dew, To thy racked heart and brain Afford no balm? 281 Dost them to-night behold, Here, through the moonlight on...

...and brain Afford no balm? 281 Dost thou to-night behold, Here, through the moonlight on this Engli-h grass, The unfriendly palace in the Thracian wild? Dost thou again peruse With hot cheeks and seared eyes The too clear web, and thy dumb sister's shame? Dost thou once more assay Thy flight, and...

...after many years, in distant lands, Still nourishing in thy bewildered brain That wild, unquenched, en in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate!...Before the Sun, Before the Heavens, thou wert, an racked heart aud brain Afford no balm? Dost thou to-night behold, Here, through the moonlight on this...

...after many years, in distant lauds, Still nourishing in thy bewildered brain That wild, unquenched, 2 ю With its cool trees, and night, And the sweet, tranquil Thames, And moonshine, and the dew, To thy...

...after many years in distant lands, Still nourishing in thy bewilder'd brain That wild, unquench'd, deep-sunken, old-world pain — Say, will it never heal? And can this fragrant lawn And its cool trees, and night, And the sweet tranquil Thames, And moonshine and the dew, To thy rack'd...

...the tragedy of Philomela in memorable verse : " Hark ! ah, the nightingale — The tawny-throated ! Say, will it never heal ? And can this fragrant lawn...tranquil Thames, And moonshine, and the dew, To thy racked heart and brain Afford no calm ? " The human cry is in this poem — " eternal passion, •eternal...

...sweet, tranquil Thames, And moonshine, and the dew, To thy racked heart and brain Afford no balm? 15 Dost thou to-night behold Here, through the moonlight...Thracian wild? Dost thou again peruse With hot cheeks and seared eyes 20 The too clear web, and thy dumb sister's shame? Dost thou once more assay Thy flight,...

...wild, unquench'd, deep-sunken, oldworld pain — Say, will it never heal? And can this fragrant lawn 10 hee : and were it not an idolatrous oath, I would...thou art unworthy better hap, sith ' thou dependest ho balm ? Dost thou to-night behold Here, through the moonlight on this English grass, The unfriendly...

...after many years, in distant lands, Still nourishing in thy bewilder'd brain That wild, unqucnch'd, nd elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic mora 10 With its cool trees, and night, And the sweet, tranquil Thames, And moonshine, and the dew, To thy...