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Far, far away, O ye
Ye come again.
Vultures, who build your bowers
Many a day.
THE waters are flashing,
ay is dancing –
The whirlwind is rolling,
The Earth is like Ocean,
“Our boat has one sail,
And she cried, “Ply the oar;
O’er the sea.
And from isle, tower and rock,
From the lee.
III “ And fear'st thou, and fear'st thou ?
And see'st thou, and hear'st thou ?
And drive we not free
I and thou?"
One boat-cloak did cover
Soft and low;
While around the lashed Ocean,
To and fro.
In the court of the fortress
On the topmost watch-turret, As a death-boding spirit, Stands the gray tyrant father ; To his voice the mad weather
And with curses as wild
Of his name!
WHAT! alive and so bold, O Earth?
Art thou not over-bold ?
What ! leapest thou forth as of old
Ha ! leapest thou forth as of old ?
How! is not thy quick heart cold?
What spark is alive on thy hearth ?
How! is not his death-knell knolled ?
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 As she sung, “ To my bosom I fold 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,
bolder, and still more bold.
Like a frozen chaos uprolled,
I feed on whom I fed.
“Ay, alive and still bold,” muttered Earth,
Napoleon's fierce spirit rolled,
The metal before it be cold;
Non happiness, nor majesty, nor fame,
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,