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ON THE MEDUSA OF LEONARDO DA VINCI
IN THE FLORENTINE GALLERY
Ir lieth, gazing on the midnight sky,
Its horror and its beauty are divine.
Yet it is less the horror than the grace
Which turns the gazer's spirit into stone, Whereon the lineaments of that dead face
Are graven, till the characters be grown Into itself, and thought no more can trace;
'Tis the melodious hue of beauty thrown Athwart the darkness and the glare of pain, Which humanize and harmonize the strain.
And from its head as from one body grow,
On the Medusa of Leonardo Da Vinci in the Florentine Gallery. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Composed at Florence.
ii. 6 hues, Rossetti.
And with unending involutions show
Their mailed radiance, as it were to mock The torture and the death within, and saw The solid air with many a ragged jaw.
And, from a stone beside, a poisonous eft
Of sense, has flitted with a mad surprise
'Tis the tempestuous loveliness of terror; For from the serpents gleams a brazen glare Kindled by that inextricable error,
Which makes a thrilling vapor of the air Become a and ever-shifting mirror
Of all the beauty and the terror there A woman's countenance, with serpent locks, Gazing in death on heaven from those wet
THE INDIAN SERENADE
I ARISE from dreams of thee
The wandering airs, they faint
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
MS. || Song
Lines to an
The Indian Serenade, Browning MS., Harvard written for an Indian Air, The Liberal, ii., 1822. Indian Air, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Published in The Liberal, ii., 1822.
i. 2 In || From, Copy of Browning MS.
3 When, omit, Harvard MS.
4 shining || burning, Harvard MS., The Liberal, 1822.
7 Hath led, Browning MS., The Liberal, 1822 || Has borne, Harvard MS.; has led, Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
ii. 3 The champak odors fail, Harvard MS., The Liberal, 1822, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || And the champak's, Browning MS. And the champak, Dowden. And the champak odors pine, Allingham. odors of my chaplet, Boscombe MS.
As I must die on thine,
Oh, beloved as thou art!
Oh, lift me from the grass!
THOU art fair, and few are fairer
Those soft limbs of thine, whose motion.
ii. 7 die, Harvard MS., Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || omit, The Liberal, 1822, Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
ii. 8 Oh, Browning MS., Harvard MS., Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || omit, The Liberal, 1822, Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
iii. 7 press it close to thine, Harvard MS., Mrs. Shelley, 1824, 18391 || press it to thine own, Browning MS., press me to thine own, The Liberal, 1822.
iii. 8 will || must, Copy of Browning MS.
To Sophia || Sophia, Stacey MS. Lines written for Miss Sophia Stacey, Rossetti, 1870. Published by Rossetti, 1870.
Thy deep eyes, a double Planet,
If, whatever face thou paintest
In those eyes, grows pale with pleasure, If the fainting soul is faintest
When it hears thy harp's wild measure, Wonder not that when thou speakest Of the weak my heart is weakest.
As dew beneath the wind of morning,
As aught mute yet deeply shaken,
ii. 4 tender, Stacey MS. || gentle, Stacey MS cancelled. 5 zephyrs, Stacey MS. || lightnings, Stacey MS. cancelled. 6 gentle, Stacey MS. || softest, Stacey MS. cancelled. iii. 2 those, Stacey MS. || thine, Stacey MS. cancelled. 3 soul, Stacey MS. || heart, Stacey MS. cancelled.