...beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me."—Pickering's edition, p. 10.)/ /^•"Poetry," says Shelley, "lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world,...itself over all thoughts and actions with which it co-existsX, The great secret of morals is love, or a going out of our own nature, and an identification...

...the mind itself by rendering it the receptacle of a thousand unapprehended combinations of thought. Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the...represents, and the impersonations clothed in its Elysiau light stand thenceforward in the minds of those who have once contemplated them, as memorials...

...combinations of thought. Poetry lifts the veil from le hidden beauty of the world, and makes famiobjects be as if they were not familiar ; it reproduces all...represents, and the impersonations clothed in its Elysiau light stand thenceorward in the minds of those who have once contemplated them, as memorials...

...madness " of our seer, while we are spared the trouble of the incantation. " Poetry," says Shelley, " lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world,...familiar objects be as if they were not familiar." This is the office of the Indicator, and we thank him. Who can read the paper " On the Deaths of Little...

...beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me." — Pickering's edition, p. 10. "Poetry," says Shelley, "lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects le as if they were not familiar. It reproduces all that it represents ; and the impersonations clothed...

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...real poetry has, perhaps, by no one been better defined than by Shelley : — " It lifts," he says, " the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects as if they were not familiar. It reproduces all that it represents : and the impersonations, clothed...

...real poetry has, perhaps, by no one been better defined than by Shelley : — " It lifts," he says, " uc ~ 1 ,¦ 6 " k { K 6^DžPc * ' i( |v` h4 H+ as if they were not familiar. It reproduces all that it represents ; and the impersonations, clothed...