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Treacherous in calm, and terrible in

Who shall put forth on thee,

Unfathomable Sea ? 1821. 1824. SONNET: POLITICAL GREATNESS Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame, Nor peace, nor strength, nor skill in

arms or arts, Shepherd those herds whom tyranny

makes tame; Verse echoes not one beating of their

hearts, History is but the shadow of their

shame, Art veils her glass, or from the pageant

starts As to oblivion their blind millions

fleet, Staining that Heaven with obscene

imagery Of their own likeness.

What are numbers knit By force or custom? Man who man

would be, Must rule the empire of himself; in it Must be supreme, establishing

his throne On vanquished will, quelling the an

archy Of hopes and fears, being himself alone.

1821. 1824.

MUSIC, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory-
Odors, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken,

Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovéd's bed ;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art

Love itself shall slumber on.

1821. 1824.





The flower that smiles to-day

To-morrow dies; All that we wish to stay

Tempts and then flies. What is this world's delight? Lightning that mocks the night,

Brief even as bright.

Virtue, how frail it is!

Friendship how rare ! Love, how it sells poor bliss

For proud despair ! But we, though soon they fall, Survive their joy, and all

Which ours we call.

'Αστήρ πριν μεν έλαμπες εν ζωοίσιν 'Eώος: Νυν δε θανών λάμπεις "Εσπερος εν φθιμένους.

PLATO. I WEEP for Adonais-lie is dead! Oh weep for Adonais ! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear

a head ! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all

years To mourn our loss, rouse thy, obscure

compeers, And teach them thine own sorrow ! Say :

** With me Died Adonais ; till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall

be An echo and a light unto eternity!”

Whilst skies are blue and bright,

Whilst flowers are gay, Whilst eyes that change ere night

Make glad the day : Whilst yet the calm hours creep, Dream thou-and from thy sleep Then wake to weep.

1821. 1821.

Where wert thou, mighty Mother, when

he lay, When thy Son lay, pierced by the shaft

which flies

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Wander no more, from kindling brain to And others came .. Desires and brain,

Adorations, But droop there, whence they sprung ; Wingèd Persuasions and veiled Desand mourn their lot

tinies, Round the cold heart, where, after their Splendors and Glooms, and glimmering sweet pain,

Incarnations They ne'er will gather strength, or find Of hopes and fears, and twilight Phana home again.


And Sorrow, with her family of Sighis, And one with trembling hands clasps And Pleasure, blind with tears, led by his cold head,

the gleam And fans him with her moonlight wings, Of her own dying smile instead of eyes, and cries ;

Came in slow pomp ;-the moving ponip “ Our love, our hope, our sorrow, is not

might seem dead ;

Like pageantry of mist on an autumnal See, on the silken fringe of his faint

stream, eyes, Like dew upon a sleeping flower, there All he had loved, and moulded into lies

thought, A tear some Dream has loosened from From shape, and hue, and odor, and his brain."

sweet sound, Lost Angel of a ruined Paradise !

Lamented Adonais. Morning sought She knew not 'twas her own; as with no Her eastern watchtower, and her hair stain

unbound, She fadeil, like a cloud which had out- Wet with the tears which should adorn wept its rain.

the ground,

Dimmed the aërial eyes that kindle day; One from a lucid urn of starry dew Afar the melancholy thunder moaned, Washed his light limbs as if embalming Pale Ocean in unquiet slumber lay, them ;

And the wild winds flew round, sobbing Another clipt her profuse locks, and

in their dismay. threw The wreath upon him, like an anadem, Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mounWhich frozen tears instead of pearls

tains, begem;

And feeds her grief with his remembered Another in her wilful grief would

lay, break

And will no more reply to winds or Her bow and winged reeds, as if to

fountains, stem

Or amorous birds perched on the young A greater loss with one which was more

green spray, weak;

Or herdsman's horn, or bell at closing And dullthe barbed fire against his frozen

day ; cheek.

Since she can mimic not his lips, more

dear Another Splendor on his mouth alit, Than those for whose disdain she pined That mouth, whence it was wont to draw

away the breath

Into a shadow of all sounds:---a drear Which gave it strength to pierce the Murmur, between their songs, is all the guarded wit,

wood men hear. And pass into the panting heart beneath

Grief made the young Spring wild, and With lightning and with music : the

she threw down damp death

Her kindling buds, as if she Autumn Quenched its caress upon his icy lips ;

were, And, as a dying meteor stains a wreath Or they dead leaves; since her delight is Of moonlight vapor, which the cold

flown might clips,

For whom should she have waked the It flushed through his pale limbs, and

sullen year? passed to its eclipse.

To Phoebus was not Hyacinth so dear

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Out of the East, and follows wild and

drear The golden Day, which, on eternal

wings, Even as a ghost abandoning a bier, Had left the Earth a corpse. Sorrow

and fear So struck, so roused, so rapt Urania ; So saddened round her like an atmo

sphere Of stormy mist; so swept her on her

way Even to the mournful place where

Adonais lay.

Out of her secret Paradise she sped, Through camps and cities rough with

stone, and steel, And human hearts, which to her airy

tread Yielding not, wounded the invisible Palms of her tender feet where'er they

fell : And barbéd tongues, and thoughts more

sharp than they Rent the soft Form they never could

repel, Whose sacred blood, like the young

tears of May, Paved with eternal flowers that unde

serving way.

All that I am to be as thou now art ! But I am chained to Time, and cannot

thence depart! O gentle child, beautiful as thou wert, Why didst thou leave the trodden paths

of men Too soon, and with weak hands though

mighty beart Dare the unpastured dragon in his den? Defenceless as thou wert, oh where was

then Wisdom the mirrored shield, or scorn

the spear? Or hadst thou waited the full cycle,

when Thy spirit should have filled its crescent

sphere, The mousters of life's waste had fled

from thee like deer. ". The herded wolves, bold only to

pursue ; The obscene ravens, clamorous o'er the

dead; The vultures to the conqueror's banner

true Who feed where Desolation first has fed, And whose wings rain contagion ;-how

they fled, When like Apollo, from his golden bow, The Pythian of the age one arrow sped And smiled !—The spoilers tempt no

second blow, They fawn on the proud feet that spurn

them lying low. • The sun comes forth, and many rep

tiles spawn ; He sets, and each ephemeral insect then Is gathered into death without a dawn, And the immortal stars awake again; So is it in the world of living men: A godlike mind soars forth, in its delight Making earth bare and veiling heaven,

and when It sinks, the swarms that dimmed or

shared its light Leave to its kindred lamps the spirit's

awful night." Thus ceased she: and the mountain

shepherds came, Their garlands sere, their magic mantles

rent; The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame Over his living head like Heaven is bent, An early but enduring monument, Came, veiling all the lightnings of his


In the death chamber for a moment

Death Shamed by the presence of that living

Might Blushed to annihilation, and the breath Revisited those lips, and life's pale light Flashed through those limbs, so late her

dear delight. “ Leave me not wild and drear and

comfortless, As silent lightning leaves the starless

night! Leave me not!” cried Urania ; her

distress Roused Death: Death rose and smiled,

and met her vain caress.

“ Stay yet awhile! speak to me once

again ; Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may live ; And in my heartless breast and burning

brain That word, that kiss, shall all thoughts

else survive, With food of saddest memory kept alive, Now thou art dead, as if it were a part Of thee, my Adonais! I would give

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