Of female friends, sisters-in-law and cousins. Which beat the dullest brain for smiles, like duns His virtues, though I know that they are great, Because he locks, then barricades the gate Within which they inhabit; of his wit And wisdom you'll cry out when you are bit. One of the richest of the deep. And there That gleams i' the Indian air;-have you not heard When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindoo, His best friends hear no more of him? - but you Will see him, and will like him too, I hope, 224 read, Boscombe MS. || said, Mrs. Shelley, transcript, 1824. 240 this, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || the, Mrs. Shelley, transcript; his, Mrs. Shelley, 18391. 244 time, Boscombe MS., Mrs. Shelley, transcript || age, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Fold itself up for the serener clime Of years to come, and find its recompense I recall My thoughts, and bid you look upon the night. And the rare stars rush through them dim and fast: All this is beautiful in every land. But what see you beside?—a shabby stand A wretched woman reeling by, whose curse 245 the, Mrs. Shelley, transcript || a, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. 247 expectation, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || reputation, Mrs. Shelley, transcript. Or yellow-haired Pollonia murmuring Of the living stems that feed them - in whose bowers There sleep in their dark dew the folded flowers ; Rude, but made sweet by distance — and a bird Which cannot be the Nightingale, and yet I know none else that sings so sweet as it Now Italy or London, which you will! Next winter you must pass with me; I'll have My house by that time turned into a grave Of dead despondence and low-thoughted care, And all the dreams which our tormentors are ; Oh! that Hunt, Hogg, Peacock and Smith were there, With every thing belonging to them fair! 272, 273 Mrs. Shelley, 18392 || omit, Mrs. Shelley, transcript, 1824, 18391. 276 that, Mrs. Shelley, transcript || who, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. 288 the, Mrs. Shelley, transcript || a, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. 296 Boscombe MS., Mrs. Shelley, transcript. We will have books, Spanish, Italian, Greek ; As like his father, as I'm unlike mine, Feasting on which we will philosophize! And we'll have fires out of the Grand Duke's wood, Sweet meeting by sad parting to renew ;- 301 Mrs. Shelley, transcript || omit, Mrs. Shelley, 1824, 18391,2. 317 well, come, Mrs. Shelley, 18392 || we'll come, Mrs. Shelley, transcript, 1824, 18391. 318 despite of God, Mrs. Shelley, transcript || despite of... Mrs. Shelley, 1824, spite of . . . Mrs. Shelley, 18391. 319 We'll, Mrs. Shelley, transcript || Will, Mrs. Shelley, 1824, 18391,2. ODE TO NAPLES EPODE I a I STOOD within the city disinterred; And heard the autumnal leaves like light footfalls Of spirits passing through the streets; and heard The Mountain's slumberous voice at intervals Thrill through those roofless halls; The oracular thunder penetrating shook The listening soul in my suspended blood; I felt that Earth out of her deep heart spokeI felt, but heard not. Through white columns glowed The isle-sustaining Ocean-flood, A plane of light between two Heavens of azure: Around me gleamed many a bright sepulchre Of whose pure beauty, Time, as if his pleasure Were to spare Death, had never made erasure; But every living lineament was clear As in the sculptor's thought; and there The wreaths of stony myrtle, ivy and pine, Like winter leaves o'ergrown by moulded snow, Seemed only not to move and grow Because the crystal silence of the air Weighed on their life; even as the Power divine, Which then lulled all things, brooded upon mine. EPODE II a Then gentle winds arose, With many a mingled close Ode to Naples. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Composed at the Baths of San Giuliano, near Pisa, August 17-25. |