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The Philosophy of Shelley's Poetry. the seas of the world without fear of danger

and poison dying out of the green things, and cruelty out of all living things, and even the toads and efts becoming beautiful, and at last Time being borne 'to his tomb in eternity.'

This beauty, this divine order, whereof all things shall become a part in a kind of resurrection of the body, is already visible to the dead and to souls in ecstasy, for ecstasy is a kind of death. The dying Lionel hears the song of the nightingale, and cries—

Heardst thou not sweet words among

That heaven-resounding minstrelsy?

Heardst thou not that those who die

Awake in a world of ecstasy?

How love, when limbs are interwoven,

And sleep, when the night of life is cloven,

And thought to the world's dim boundaries clinging,

And music when one beloved is singing,

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