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Treacherous in calm, and terrible in
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.
MUSIC, when soft voices die,
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JOHN KEATS,
AUTHOR OF ENDYMION, HYPERION, ETC.
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.
Where wert thou, mighty Mother, when
he lay, When thy Son lay, pierced by the shaft
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.
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
And feeds her grief with his remembered Another in her wilful grief would
And will no more reply to winds or Her bow and winged reeds, as if to
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
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
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
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