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LINES WRITTEN FOR ADONAIS
And ever as he went he swept a lyre
of impetuous fire,
And dying on the streams of dew serene, Which feed the unmown meads with ever-during
Paradise which western waves Embosom in their ever wailing sweep, Talking of freedom to their tongueless caves, Or to the spirits which within them keep A record of the wrongs which, though they sleep, Die not, but dream of retribution, heard His hymns, and echoing them from steep to steep, Kept
And then came one of sweet and earnest looks,
Of earth-awakening morn upon the brow
Lines written for Adonais. Published by Garnett, 1862.
His song, though very sweet, was low and faint, A simple strain
A mighty Phantasm, half concealed In darkness of his own exceeding light, Which clothed his awful presence unrevealed, Charioted on the
night Of thunder-smoke, whose skirts were chrysolite.
And like a sudden meteor, which outstrips
LINES WRITTEN FOR HELLAS
FAIREST of the Destinies,
Than the wingèd [bolts] thou bearest,
And the smile thou wearest
Is wrapped in light.
Again into the quivers of the Sun
Without a change, without a stain, -
Greece might again be free!
A star has fallen
the earth ’Mid the benighted nations,
A quenchless atom of immortal light,
A living spark of Night,
Swifter than the thunder fell
In the rapture of its mirth,
Ruining its chaos — a fierce breath Consuming all its forms of living death.
THE PINE FOREST OF THE CASCINE NEAR
FIRST DRAFT OF “TO JANE : THE INVITATION, THE
DEAREST, best and brightest,
To the woods and to the fields !
The eldest of the hours of Spring,
The Pine Forest of the Cascine near Pisa. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
Radiant Sister of the Day,
Now the last day of many days,
We wandered to the Pine Forest
That skirts the Ocean's foam,
The tempest in its home.
The whispering waves were half asleep,
The clouds were gone to play,
The smile of Heaven lay.
It seemed as if the day were one
Sent from beyond the skies, 30 stems, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || stones, Mrs. Shelley, 18391.