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His food was the wild fig and strawberry ;
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.
Yet human hopes and cares and faiths and errors,
And, when he saw beneath the sunset's planet 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
Which sped that winged shape through night and day,
The thought of his own country
LINES WRITTEN FOR JULIAN AND MADDALO
WHAT think you the dead are?
What should they be?
"Tis the last hour of day.
Look on the west, how beautiful it is
Why, dust and clay,
Perhaps the only comfort which remains.
Lines written for Julian and Maddalo. Published by Garnett,
LINES WRITTEN FOR PROMETHEUS UNBOUND
As a violet's gentle eye
Gazes on the azure sky,
Until its hue grows like what it beholds;
As a gray and empty mist
Over the western mountain it enfolds,
When the sunset sleeps
Upon its snow;
As a strain of sweetest sound
Wraps itself the wind around,
Until the voiceless wind be music too;
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
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 OCTOBER, 1819
GATHER, oh, gather,
Foeman and friend in love and peace!
When the blasts that called them to battle cease.
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 ;
To other friends, one female and one male, –
Whose doctrine is that each one should select
And all the rest, though fair and wise, commend
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.