LINES I THAT time is dead forever, child, And stare aghast At the spectres wailing, pale and ghast, II The stream we gazed on then, rolled by ; But we yet stand In a lone land, Like tombs to mark the memory Of hopes and fears, which fade and flee Sits near an open grave and calls them over, A Youth with hoary hair and haggard eye. They are the names of kindred, friend and lover, Which he so feebly calls; they all are gone Fond wretch, all dead! those vacant names alone, Lines. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Composed November 5. ii. 6 flee fly, Rossetti. Death. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. This most familiar scene, my pain, Misery, my sweetest friend, oh, weep no more! For I have seen thee from thy dwelling's door I MET a traveller from an antique land The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear- Sonnet. Ozymandias. Published by Hunt in The Examiner, January 11, 1818, with Rosalind and Helen, 1819. LINES TO A CRITIC I HONEY from silkworms who can gather, The grass may grow in winter weather As soon as hate in me. II Hate men who cant, and men who pray, And men who rail like thee; An equal passion to repay They are not coy like me. III Or seek some slave of power and gold, To be thy dear heart's mate; Thy love will move that bigot cold IV A passion like the one I prove Cannot divided be; I hate thy want of truth and love How should I then hate thee? Lines to a Critic. Published by Hunt in The Liberal, No. III 1823. POEMS WRITTEN IN 1818 SONNET: TO THE NILE MONTH after month the gathered rains descend On Atlas, fields of moist snow half depend; By Nile's aërial urn, with rapid spells Urging those waters to their mighty end. O'er Egypt's land of Memory floods are level, And they are thine, O Nile! - and well thou knowest That soul-sustaining airs and blasts of evil, And fruits and poisons, spring where'er thou flowest. Beware, O Man! for knowledge must to thee Like the great flood to Egypt ever be. Sonnet: To the Nile. Published in The St. James's Magazine, March, 1876. Composed February 4. 5 fields of moist snow half, Hunt MS. | loosened snows no more, Hunt MS. cancelled. PASSAGE OF THE APENNINES LISTEN, listen, Mary mine, To the whisper of the Apennine, It bursts on the roof like the thunder's roar, Heard in its raging ebb and flow By the captives pent in the cave below. Is a mighty mountain dim and gray, On the dim starlight then is spread, And the Apennine walks abroad with the storm. THE PAST WILT thou forget the happy hours Which we buried in Love's sweet bowers, Heaping over their corpses cold Blossoms and leaves instead of mould? Blossoms which were the joys that fell, And leaves, the hopes that yet remain. Forget the dead, the past? Oh, yet There are ghosts that may take revenge for it; Regrets which glide through the spirit's gloom, And with ghastly whispers tell That joy, once lost, is pain. Passage of the Apennines. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Composed May 4. The Past. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. |