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Make a green space among the silent bowers,
All overwrought with branch-like traceries
Odors and gleams and murmurs, which the lute
Wakening the leaves and waves ere it has passed
One accent never to return again.
The world is full of Woodmen who expel
THOU wert not, Cassius, and thou couldst not be, Last of the Romans, though thy memory claim From Brutus his own glory, and on thee
Rests the full splendor of his sacred fame;
Otho. Published, i., ii., by Mrs. Shelley, 18391, iii., by Garnett, 1862. Composed, 1817.
Nor he who dared make the foul tyrant quail
"Twill wrong thee not-thou wouldst, if thou couldst feel,
Abjure such envious fame-great Otho died
Such pride as from impetuous love may spring,
Dark is the realm of grief: but human things Those may not know who cannot weep for them.
MADDALO, a Courtier.
PIGNA, a Minister.
No access to the Duke!
You have not said
That the Count Maddalo would speak with
ii. 5 bring, Boscombe MS. || buy, Mrs. Shelley, 18391.
Did you inform his Grace that Signor Pigna
The Lady Leonora cannot know
That I have written a sonnet to her fame,
You should not take my gold and serve me not.
In truth I told her, and she smiled and said,
Art the Adonis whom I love, and he
The Erymanthian boar that wounded him."
Oh, trust to me, Signor Malpiglio,
Those nods and smiles were favors worth the zechin.
The words are twisted in some double sense
How are the Duke and Duchess occupied ?
Buried in some strange talk. The Duke was leaning,
His finger on his brow, his lips unclosed.
Her hands were clasped, veinèd, and pale as snow,
Thou seest on whom from thine own worshipped
Thou drawest down smiles—they did not rain on thee.
Would they were parching lightnings for his sake
On whom they fell!
I loved-alas! our life is love;
But when we cease to breathe and move
I thought, but not as now I do,
And still I love and still I think,
And if I think, my thoughts come fast,
Song. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
Sometimes I see before me flee
still watching it,
Till by the grated casement's ledge
LET those who pine in pride or in revenge,
A massy tower yet overhangs the town,
Another scene ere wise Etruria knew
Its second ruin through internal strife, And tyrants through the breach of discord threw The chain which binds and kills. As death to life,
Marenghi, Rossetti || Mazenghi, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Published, vii.-xv., by Mrs. Shelley, 1824, i.-xxviii., by Rossetti, 1870. Composed, 1818.