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From billow and mountain and exhalation
SUMMER AND WINTER
It was a bright and cheerful afternoon
All things rejoiced beneath the sun; the weeds,
The willow leaves that glanced in the light breeze,
It was a winter such as when birds die
Among their children comfortable men
Summer and Winter. Published by Mrs. Shelley, in The Keepsake, 1829.
THE TOWER OF FAMINE
AMID the desolation of a city,
Which was the cradle and is now the grave
Weeps o'er the shipwrecks of oblivion's wave,
For bread, and gold, and blood; pain, linked to guilt,
There stands the pile, a tower amid the towers
Of solitary wealth; the tempest-proof
Are by its presence dimmed-they stand aloof,
And are withdrawn so that the world is bare; As if a spectre, wrapped in shapeless terror, Amid a company of ladies fair
Should glide and glow, till it became a mirror
The Tower of Famine. Published by Mrs. Shelley, in The Keepsake, 1829.
11-14 Each... temple... wealth, i the... pavilion, Rossetti
16 world || void, Rossetti conj.
The life of their sweet eyes, with all its error, Should be absorbed, till they to marble grew.
A PORTAL as of shadowy adamant
Stands yawning on the highway of the life Which we all tread, a cavern huge and gaunt; Around it rages an unceasing strife
Of shadows, like the restless clouds that haunt The gap of some cleft mountain, lifted high Into the whirlwinds of the upper sky.
And many pass it by with careless tread,
Tracks every traveller even to where the dead Wait peacefully for their companion new; But others, by more curious humor led,
Pause to examine; these are very few, And they learn little there, except to know That shadows follow them where'er they go.
THE WORLD'S WANDERERS
TELL me, thou star, whose wings of light
An Allegory. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
The World's Wanderers. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
In what cavern of the night
Tell me, moon, thou pale and gray
Weary wind, who wanderest
YE hasten to the grave! What seek ye there,
Of the idle brain, which the world's livery
O thou quick heart, which pantest to possess
All that pale expectation feigneth fair!
Thou vainly curious mind which wouldest guess
Sonnet. Published by Hunt, in The Literary Pocket-Book,
1 grave, Ollier MS. | dead, Harvard MS., Hunt, 1823.
5 pale Expectation, Ollier MS. || anticipation, Harvard MS., Hunt, 1823.
Whence thou didst come, and whither thou must go,
A refuge in the cavern of gray death?
O heart, and mind, and thoughts! what thing do
Hope to inherit in the grave below?
LINES TO A REVIEWER
ALAS! good friend, what profit can you see
7 must, Harvard MS., Hunt, 1823 || mayst, Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
Mrs. Shelley, 1824, wouldst, Mrs. Shelley, 18391.
Lines to a Reviewer. Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || To
1823; Sonnet. Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Published by Hunt, in The Literary Pocket-Book, 1823.