278-305. Thou, also, Damon, etc. This beautiful conclusion of the poem surpasses that of Lycidas. It throbs with passionate love and hope. "The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, The massy earth and spherèd skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are." SHELLEY, Adonais. "Far off thou art, but ever nigh; I shall not lose thee tho' I die." "O living will that shalt endure When all that seems shall suffer shock, Rise in the spiritual rock, Flow thro' our deeds and make them pure." In Memoriam, cxxx., cxxxI. U INDEX TO FIRST LINES A Book was writ of late called | Hail, Native Language, that by Tetrachordon, 95. At length, my friend, the far- Because you have thrown off your Prelate Lord, 97. Before the starry threshold of Jove's court, 53. Blest pair of Sirens, pledges of Heaven's joy, 26. Captain or Colonel, or Knight in sinews weak, 8. Harry, whose tuneful and well Hence, loathed Melancholy, 34. truly prove, 29. Here lies old Hobson. Death hath How soon hath Time, the subtle I did but prompt the age to quit Charles-and I say it wondering Lady, that in the prime of ear- - thou must know, 264. these eyes, though clear, 103. liest youth, 94. Lawrence, of virtuous father Let us with a gladsome mind, 2. Daughter to that good Earl, Methought I saw my late es- poused saint, 104. Erewhile music, and ethereal Now the bright morning-star, Fairfax, whose name in arms Day's harbinger, 27. O Fairest flower, no sooner blown O Nightingale that on yon This is the month, and this the | When I consider how my light is happy morn, 12. spent, 101. This rich marble doth inter, When the blest seed of Terah's 30. Vane, young in years, but in sage counsel old, 100. faithful son, 1. With no rich viands overcharged, I send, 261. Ye flaming Powers, and wingèd What needs my Shakespeare for Ye nymphs of Himera (for ye his honoured bones, 28. When Faith and Love, which parted from thee never, 98. have shed, 265. Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more, 87. |