O'er Ruin desolate, O'er Falsehood's fallen state, Sit thou sublime, unawed; be the Destroyer pale! Freighted with truth even from the throne of God: Be thine.-All hail! ANTISTROPHE I B Didst thou not start to hear Spain's thrilling paean 1 To the cold Alps, eternal Italy The viper's palsying venom, lifts her heel ANTISTROPHE II ẞ Florence! beneath the sun, Of cities fairest one, Blushes within her bower for Freedom's expectation : From eyes of quenchless hope Rome tears the priestly cope, As ruling once by power, so now by admiration,- From a remoter station For the high prize lost on Philippi's shore:- EPODE I B Hear ye the march as of the Earth-born Forms Of crags and thunder-clouds? See ye the banners blazoned to the day, Dissonant threats kill Silence far away, The serene Heaven which wraps our Eden wide With iron light is dyed; 1 Aeaea, the island of Circe.-[SHELLEY'S NOTE.] The viper was the armorial device of the Visconti, tyrants of Milan. -[SHELLEY'S NOTE.] 120 125 130 135 The Anarchs of the North lead forth their legions Famished wolves that bide no waiting, On Beauty's corse to sickness satiating They come! The fields they tread look black and hoary EPODE II 8 Great Spirit, deepest Love! Which rulest and dost move All things which live and are, within the Italian shore ; Whose woods, rocks, waves, surround it; Who sittest in thy star, o'er Ocean's western floor; The sunbeams and the showers distil its foison From the Earth's bosom chill; Oh, bid those beams be each a blinding brand Of lightning! bid those showers be dews of poison! Bid the Earth's plenty kill! Bid thy bright Heaven above, Whilst light and darkness bound it, To make it ours and thine! Or, with thine harmonizing ardours fill 140 145 150 155 160 165 And raise thy sons, as o'er the prone horizon Thy lamp feeds every twilight wave with fire Be man's high hope and unextinct desire The instrument to work thy will divine! Then clouds from sunbeams, antelopes from leopards, 170 Would not more swiftly flee Than Celtic wolves from the Ausonian shepherds. 175 Whatever, Spirit, from thy starry shrine Thou yieldest or withholdest, oh, let be This city of thy worship ever free! AUTUMN: A DIRGE [Published by Mrs. Shelley, Posthumous Poems, 1824.] I THE warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, 143 old 1824; lost B. 147 black 1824; blue B. And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Come, Months, come away, Of the dead cold Year, And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre. II The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling, For the Year; The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone Come, Months, come away; Put on white, black, and gray; Let your light sisters play- Of the dead cold Year, And make her grave green with tear on tear. THE WANING MOON [Published by Mrs. Shelley, Posthumous Poems, 1824.] And feeble wanderings of her fading brain, TO THE MOON ΤΟ 15 20 [Published (I) by Mrs. Shelley, Posthumous Poems, 1824, (II) by W. M. Rossetti, Complete P. W., 1870.] I ART thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Among the stars that have a different birth,- II Thou chosen sister of the Spirit, That gazes on thee till in thee it pities. . 5 5 DEATH [Published by Mrs. Shelley, Posthumous Poems, 1824.] [Published by Mrs. Shelley, Posthumous Poems, 1824.] I THE fiery mountains answer each other; Their thunderings are echoed from zone to zone; And the ice-rocks are shaken round Winter's throne, II From a single cloud the lightening flashes, An hundred are shuddering and tottering; the sound III But keener thy gaze than the lightening's glare, IV From billow and mountain and exhalation The sunlight is darted through vapour and blast; And tyrants and slaves are like shadows of night SUMMER AND WINTER 15 [Published by Mrs. Shelley in The Keepsake, 1829. Mr. C. W. Frederickson of Brooklyn possesses a transcript in Mrs. Shelley's handwriting.] Ir was a bright and cheerful afternoon, Towards the end of the sunny month of June, Liberty-4 zone edd. 1824, 1839; throne later edd. When the north wind congregates in crowds All things rejoiced beneath the sun; the weeds, The river, and the corn-fields, and the reeds; The willow leaves that glanced in the light breeze, It was a winter such as when birds die THE TOWER OF FAMINE [Published by Mrs. Shelley in The Keepsake, 1829. Mr. C. W. Frederickson of Brooklyn possesses a transcript in Mrs. Shelley's handwriting.] AMID the desolation of a city, Which was the cradle, and is now the grave Weeps o'er the shipwrecks of Oblivion's wave, For bread, and gold, and blood: Pain, linked to Guilt, Until its vital oil is spent or spilt. There stands the pile, a tower amid the towers Of solitary wealth, the tempest-proof Are by its presence dimmed-they stand aloof, Should glide and glow, till it became a mirror The Tower |