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The milky pine-nuts which the autumnal blast Shakes into the tall grass; and such small fry
As from the sea by winter-storms are cast; And the coarse bulbs of iris flowers he found Knotted in clumps under the spongy ground.
And so were kindled powers and thoughts which
made His solitude less dark. When memory came (For years gone by leave each a deepening shade),
His spirit basked in its internal flame, – As, when the black storm hurries round at night The fisher basks beside his red firelight.
XXVI Yet human hopes and cares and faiths and errors,
Like billows unawakened by the wind, Slept in Marenghi still; but that all terrors,
Weakness, and doubt, had withered in his mind. His couch
A black ship walk over the crimson ocean, Its pennons streaming on the blasts that fan it,
Its sails and ropes all tense and without motion, Like the dark ghost of the unburied even Striding across the orange-colored heaven,
The thought of his own kind who made the
soul Which sped that winged shape through night
and day, The thought of his own country
LINES WRITTEN FOR JULIAN AND MAD
Why, dust and clay, What should they be ?
'Tis the last hour of day.
Perhaps the only comfort which remains
, The which I make, and call it melody.
Lines written for Julian and Maddalo. Published by Garnett, LINES WRITTEN FOR PROMETHEUS UN.
As a violet's gentle eye
Gazes on the azure sky,
As a gray and empty mist
Lies like solid amethyst
When the sunset sleeps
Upon its snow;
Wraps itself the wind around,
As aught dark, vain and dull,
Is full of light and love.
LINES WRITTEN FOR MONT BLANC
THERE is a voice, not understood by all,
Lines written for Prometheus Unbound. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18391
Lines written for Mont Blanc. Published by Garnett, 1862.
LINES WRITTEN FOR THE INDIAN
O PILLOW cold and wet with tears !
LINES WRITTEN FOR THE ODE TO LIBERTY
WITHIN a cavern of man's trackless spirit
Is throned an Image, so intensely fair That the adventurous thoughts that wander near it
Worship, and as they kneel tremble and wear The splendor of its presence, and the light
Penetrates their dreamlike frame Till they become charged with the strength of flame.
STANZA WRITTEN FOR THE ODE WRITTEN
GATHER, oh, gather,
Waves sleep together
Lines written for the Indian Serenade. Published by Rossetti, 1870.
Lines written for the Ode to Liberty. Published by Garnett, 1862.
Stanza written for the Ode written October, 1819. Published in The Times (Rossetti).
LINES CONNECTED WITH EPIPSYCHIDION
HERE, my dear friend, is a new book for you ;
Free love has this, different from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away. Like ocean, which the general north wind breaks Into ten thousand waves, and each one makes A mirror of the moon like some great glass, Which did distort whatever form might pass, Dashed into fragments by a playful child, Which then reflects its eyes and forehead mild ; Giving for one, which it could ne'er express, A thousand images of loveliness.
Lines connected with Epipsychidion. Published, 1–37, 62–91, by Mrs. Shelley, 18392, 1-174, by Garnett (To His Genius. Miscellaneous Fragments), 1862.