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 . ODE I /3Hear ye the march as of the Earth-born Forms Arrayed against the ever-living Gods ?The crash and darkness of a thousand stormsBursting their inaccessible abodes Of crags and thunder-clouds ?See ye the banners blazoned to the day. Inwrought with emblems of barbaric pride ?Dissonant threats kill Silence far away, The serene Heaven which wraps our Eden wideWith iron light is Anarchs of the North lead forth their legions Like chaos
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 . ODE I /3Hear ye the march as of the Earth-born Forms Arrayed against the ever-living Gods ?The crash and darkness of a thousand stormsBursting their inaccessible abodes Of crags and thunder-clouds ?See ye the banners blazoned to the day. Inwrought with emblems of barbaric pride ?Dissonant threats kill Silence far away, The serene Heaven which wraps our Eden wideWith iron light is Anarchs of the North lead forth their legions Like chaos o^er creation, uncreating;An hundred tribes nourished on strange religionsAnd lawless slaveries, — down the aerial regionsOf the white Alps, desolating,Famished wolves that bide no waiting,Blotting the glowing footsteps of old our columned cities into dull and savage lustOn Beauty^s corse to sickness satiating —They come! The fields they tread look black and hoaryWith fire — from their red feet the streams run gory ! EPODE II y8 Great Spirit, deepest Love!Which rulest and dost move[ 200 ] ^ *. o !£? E 53 S t3. THE YEARS 1820 AND 1821 All things -which live and are, within the Italian shore;Who spread est heaven around woods, rocks, waves, surround it;Wlio sittest in thy star, oer oceans western of Beauty ! at whose soft command The sunbeams and the showers distil its foisonFrom the Earths bosom chill;O bid those beams be each a blinding brand Of lightning ! bid those showers be dews of poison !Bid the Earths plenty kill!Bid thy bright Heaven light and darkness bound their tomb who plannedTo make it ours and thine!Or, with thine harmonising ardours fillAnd raise thy sons, as oer the prone horizonThy lamp feeds every twilight wave with fire —Be mans high hope and unextinct instrument to work thy will divine! Then clouds from sunbeams, antelopes from leopards,And frowns and fears from Thee,Woul
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