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The life of their sweet eyes, with all its error, Should be absorbed, till they to marble grew.



A PORTAL as of shadowy adamant

Stands yawning on the highway of the life Which we all tread, a cavern huge and gaunt; Around it rages an unceasing strife

Of shadows, like the restless clouds that haunt The gap of some cleft mountain, lifted high Into the whirlwinds of the upper sky.


And many pass it by with careless tread,
Not knowing that a shadowy

Tracks every traveller even to where the dead
Wait peacefully for their companion new;
But others, by more curious humor led,

Pause to examine; these are very few, And they learn little there, except to know That shadows follow them where'er they go.

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TELL me, thou star, whose wings of light
Speed thee in thy fiery flight,

An Allegory. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.

ii. 1 pass, Rossetti || passed, Mrs. Shelley, 1824.

The World's Wanderers. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.

In what cavern of the night
Will thy pinions close now?


Tell me, moon, thou pale and gray
Pilgrim of heaven's homeless way,
In what depth of night or day
Seekest thou repose now?


Weary wind, who wanderest
Like the world's rejected guest,
Hast thou still some secret nest
On the tree or billow?


YE hasten to the grave! What seek ye there,
Ye restless thoughts and busy purposes

Of the idle brain, which the world's livery


O thou quick heart, which pantest to possess
All that pale expectation feigneth fair!
Thou vainly curious mind which wouldest guess

Sonnet. Published by Hunt, in The Literary Pocket-Book, 1824.

1 grave, Ollier MS. || dead, Harvard MS., Hunt, 1823.

5 pale Expectation, Ollier MS. || anticipation, Harvard MS., Hunt,

Whence thou didst come, and whither thou must go,
And all that never yet was known would know,
Oh, whither hasten ye, that thus ye press
With such swift feet life's green and pleasant path,
Seeking alike from happiness and woe

A refuge in the cavern of gray death?

O heart, and mind, and thoughts! what thing do


Hope to inherit in the grave below?


ALAS! good friend, what profit can you see
In hating such a hateless thing as me?
There is no sport in hate when all the rage
Is on one side. In vain would you assuage
Your frowns upon an unresisting smile,
In which not even contempt lurks to beguile
Your heart by some faint sympathy of hate.
Oh, conquer what you cannot satiate!
For to your passion I am far more coy
Than ever yet was coldest maid or boy
In winter noon. Of your antipathy
If I am the Narcissus, you are free
To pine into a sound with hating me.

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7 must, Harvard MS., Hunt, 1823 || mayst, Mrs. Shelley, 1824.

8 all that . . . would, Harvard MS., Hunt, 1823 || that which,

Mrs. Shelley, 1824, wouldst, Mrs. Shelley, 18391.

1. Hunt,

Lines to a Reviewer. Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || To 1823; Sonnet. Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Published by Hunt, in The Literary Pocket-Book, 1823.



LIKE the ghost of a dear friend dead Is Time long past.

A tone which is now forever fled,

A hope which is now forever past,
A love so sweet it could not last,
Was Time long past.


There were sweet dreams in the night
Of Time long past:
And, was it sadness or delight,
Each day a shadow onward cast
Which made us wish it yet might last
That Time long past.


There is regret, almost remorse,
For Time long past.
"Tis like a child's beloved corse
A father watches, till at last
Beauty is like remembrance cast
From Time long past.

Time Long Past. Published by Rossetti, 1870.



"BUONA notte, buona notte!

La notte sarà buona senza te?
Non dirmi buona notte, chè tu sai,

La notte sà star buona da per sè.

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- Come mai


Solinga, scura, cupa, senza speme,
La notte quando Lilla m'abbandona ;
Pei cuori chi si batton insieme

Ogni notte, senza dirla, sarà buona.


Come male buona notte si suona
Con sospiri e parole interrotte!
Il modo di aver la notte buona
E mai non di dir la buona notte.


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GOOD-NIGHT? ah, no! the hour is ill
Which severs those it should unite;

Buona Notte. Published by Medwin in The Angler in Wales, 1834. The text follows Rossetti's version of the Boscombe MS. Good-Night. Published by Hunt, The Literary Pocket-Book,


i.-iii. Harvard MS. Mrs. Shelley, 1824.

i. 1 Good-night? no, love! the night is ill, Stacey MS.

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