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FAR, far away, O ye
Vultures, who build your bowers
Will serve your
THE waters are flashing,
Lines. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
The whirlwind is rolling,
The Earth is like Ocean,
"Our boat has one sail,
Who should follow us now,"
And she cried, "Ply the oar;
And from isle, tower and rock,
"And fear'st thou, and fear'st thou? And see'st thou, and hear'st thou ?
And drive we not free
O'er the terrible sea,
One boat-cloak did cover
While around the lashed Ocean,
In the court of the fortress
On the topmost watch-turret,
And with curses as wild
WRITTEN ON HEARING THE
NEWS OF THE
WHAT! alive and so bold, O Earth ?·
What! leapest thou forth as of old
Are not the limbs still when the ghost is fled,
How! is not thy quick heart cold?
What spark is alive on thy hearth ?
O'er the embers covered and cold
"Who has known me of old," replied Earth, "Or who has my story told?
It is thou who art over-bold.”
And the lightning of scorn laughed forth
All my sons when their knell is knolled,
Lines written on hearing the News of the Death of Napoleon. Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || Written on hearing the News of the Death of Napoleon, Shelley, 1821. Published with Hellas, 1821.
ii. 8 dost thou, Rossetti.
And so with living motion all are fed,
"Still alive and still bold," shouted Earth,
I feed on whom I fed.
Ay, alive and still bold," muttered Earth,
In terror, and blood, and gold,
A torrent of ruin to death from his birth.
The metal before it be cold;
And weave into his shame, which like the dead Shrouds me, the hopes that from his glory fled."
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,
Sonnet. Political Greatness, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || Sonnet to the Republic of Benevento, Harvard MS. Published by Mrs. Shelley,