...in thine East: How can my natnre longer mix with thine ? Coldly thy rosy shadows hathe me, cold Are all thy lights, and cold my wrinkled feet Upon thy...thresholds, when the steam Floats up from those dim flelds ahont the homes Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy harrows of the happier dead....

...cheerful Tithonus " at the quiet limit of the world," looking down from a magic elevation upon the " dim fields about the homes Of happy men that have the power to die." One is still of the earth, earthy ; for freezing toes and snow-parched noses are lively reminders that...

...in thine East : How can my nature longer mix with thine ? Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me, cold Are all thy lights, and cold my wrinkled feet Upon thy...happier dead. Release me, and restore me to the ground ; Thou seest all things, thou wilt see my grave : Thou wilt renew thy beauty morn by morn ; I earth...

...shadows bathe me, cold Arc all thy lights, and cold my wrinkled feet Upon thy glimmering threshold«, when the steam Floats up from those dim fields about...happier dead. Release me, and restore me to the ground ; Thou seest all tilings, thou wilt see my grave : Thou wilt renew thy beauty mom by morn : I earth...

...in thine East : How can my nature longer mis with thine? Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me, cold Are all thy lights, and cold my wrinkled feet Upon thy...thresholds, when the steam Floats up from those dim fields alwut the homes Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead. Release...

...immortality Consumes : I wither slowly in thine arms Here at the quiet limit of the world," and again, " When the steam Floats up from those dim fields about...happier dead. Release me and restore me to the ground." Now hear the poet of France, " Mon Dieu ! Vous m'avez fait puissant et solitaire, Laissez-moi m'endormir...

...in thine East : How can my nature longer mix with thine V Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me, cold Are all thy lights, and cold my wrinkled feet Upon thy...Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy burrows of the happier dead. Release me, and restore me to the ground ; Thou seest all things,thou...

...goal of ordinance Where all should pause, as is most meet for all? " And wistfully his dim eyes scan "those dim fields about the homes " Of happy men that...power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead." Byron's Manfred tells the chamois hunter that he has lived many years, many long years, but nothing...

...wrinkled feet Г pon thy glimmering thresholds, when the steam Floate up from those dim flelds ahont the homes Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy harrows of the happier dead. Release me, and restore me to the gronnd : Thon seOst all things, thon...

...in thine East : How can my nature longer mix with thine ? Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me, cold Are all thy lights, and cold my wrinkled feet Upon thy...happier dead. Release me, and restore me to the ground ; Thou see'st all things, thou wilt see my grave : Thou wilt renew thy beauty morn by morn ; I earth...