With Shelley in Italy : being a selection of the poems and letters of Percy Bysshe Shelley which have to do with his life in Italy from 1818 to 1822 . s the clouds, and streams, and dew;One sun illumines heaven; one spirit vastWith life and love makes chaos ever new,As Athens doth the world with thy delight renew. VII Then Eome was, and from thy deep bosom a wolf-cub from a Cadmsean Msenad,She drew the milk of greatness, though thy dearest Erom that Elysian food was yet unweaned;And many a deed of terrible uprightnessBy thy sweet love was sanctified;And in thy smile, and by thy si
With Shelley in Italy : being a selection of the poems and letters of Percy Bysshe Shelley which have to do with his life in Italy from 1818 to 1822 . s the clouds, and streams, and dew;One sun illumines heaven; one spirit vastWith life and love makes chaos ever new,As Athens doth the world with thy delight renew. VII Then Eome was, and from thy deep bosom a wolf-cub from a Cadmsean Msenad,She drew the milk of greatness, though thy dearest Erom that Elysian food was yet unweaned;And many a deed of terrible uprightnessBy thy sweet love was sanctified;And in thy smile, and by thy Camillus lived, and firm Attilius died. But when tears stained thy robe of vestal whiteness. And gold profaned thy capitolian didst desert, with spirit-winged senate of the tyrants : they sunk proneSlaves of one tyrant: Palatinus sighedEaint echoes of Ionian song; that toneThou didst delay to hear, lamenting to disown. VIII From what Hyrcanian glen or frozen piny promontory of the Arctic utmost islet inaccessible. Didst thou lament the ruin of thy reign,[180] 2 - ft s . ^. THE YEARS 1820 AND 1821 Teaching the woods and waves, and desert every Naiads ice-cold talk in echoes sad and stern,Of that sublimest lore which man had dared unlearn ?For neither didst thou watch the wizard flocks Of the Scalds dreams, nor haunt the Druids if the tears rained through thy shattered locksWere quickly dried ? for thou didst groan, notweepWhen from its sea of death to kill and Galilean serpent forth did creep,And made thy world an undistinguishable heap. IX A thousand years the Earth cried, * Where art thou ?And then the shadow of thy coming fellOn Saxon Alfreds olive-cinctured brow: And many a warrior-peopled rocks which fire lifts out of the flat deep,Arose in sacred Italy,Frowning oer the tempestuous seaOf kings, and priests, and slaves, m tower-crownedmajesty;That multitudinous anarchy did
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