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Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully afar: Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais like a star Beacons from the abodes where the eternal are."

If this meagre essay attracts any worthy student to Shelley, it will fulfil the purpose of its publication;—miserably as it fails to fulfil my desire to render honourable tribute of love and gratitude to this poet of poets and purest of men, whose works and life have been to me from my youth up a perennial source of delight and inspiration.