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LINES WRITTEN FOR THE INDIAN
O PILLOW cold and wet with tears!
LINES WRITTEN FOR THE ODE TO LIBERTY
WITHIN a cavern of man's trackless spirit
That the adventurous thoughts that wander near it
Till they become charged with the strength of flame.
STANZA WRITTEN FOR THE ODE WRITTEN OCTOBER, 1819
GATHER, oh, gather,
Foeman and friend in love and peace!
Waves sleep together
When the blasts that called them to battle cease. For fangless Power, grown tame and mild, Is at play with Freedom's fearless child — The dove and the serpent reconciled!
Lines written for the Indian Serenade. Published by Rossetti, 1870.
Lines written for the Ode to Liberty. Published by Garnett, 1862. Stanza written for the Ode written October, 1819. Published in The Times (Rossetti).
LINES CONNECTED WITH EPIPSYCHIDION
HERE, my dear friend, is a new book for you;
To other friends, one female and one male,-
Whose doctrine is that each one should select
And all the rest, though fair and wise, commend
Which those poor slaves with weary footsteps tread Who travel to their home among the dead
By the broad highway of the world — and so
Free love has this, different from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away. Like ocean, which the general north wind breaks Into ten thousand waves, and each one makes A mirror of the moon like some great glass, Which did distort whatever form might pass, Dashed into fragments by a playful child, Which then reflects its eyes and forehead mild; Giving for one, which it could ne'er express, A thousand images of loveliness.
Lines connected with Epipsychidion. Published, 1–37, 62–91, by Mrs. Shelley, 18392, 1–174, by Garnett (To His Genius. Miscella neous Fragments), 1862.
If I were one whom the loud world held wise, I should disdain to quote authorities In commendation of this kind of love. Why there is first the God in heaven above, Who wrote a book called Nature -'tis to be Reviewed, I hear, in the next Quarterly; And Socrates, the Jesus Christ of Greece, And Jesus Christ himself did never cease To urge all living things to love each other, And to forgive their mutual faults, and smother The Devil of disunion in their souls.
I love you! - Listen, O embodied Ray
Of the great Brightness; I must pass away
While you remain, and these light words must be
Start not the thing you are is unbetrayed,
And as to friend or mistress, 'tis a form;
Others with a
Hint that, though not my wife, you are a woman
The world should know but, as I am afraid,
29 commendation, Garnett, 1862 || the support, Mrs. Shelley, 18392. 54 if, omit, Rossetti.
Their litany of curses some guess right,
It is a sweet thing, friendship, a dear balm, A happy and auspicious bird of calm, Which rides o'er life's ever tumultuous Ocean; A God that broods o'er chaos in commotion; A flower which fresh as Lapland roses are, Lifts its bold head into the world's frore air, And blooms most radiantly when others die, Health, hope, and youth, and brief prosperity; And with the light and odor of its bloom, Shining within the dungeon and the tomb; Whose coming is as light and music are 'Mid dissonance and gloom - a star Which moves not 'mid the moving heavens alone — A smile among dark frowns—a gentle tone Among rude voices, a beloved light,
A solitude, a refuge, a delight.
If I had but a friend! Why, I have three
67 frore, Rossetti || pure, Mrs. Shelley, 18392.
I should describe you in heroic style,
But as it is, are you not void of guile?
A lute which those whom Love has taught to play
To the oblivion whither I and thou,
I'll pawn My hopes of Heaven - you know what they are worth
That the presumptuous pedagogues of Earth,