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 . LY Tor he is gone^ where all things wise and fairDescend; — oh, dream not that the amorous DeepWill yet restore him to the vital air;Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair. TV Most musical of mourners, weep again !Lament anew, Urania ! — He was the Sire of an immortal strain,Blind, old, and lonely, when his country^s priest, the slave, and the and mocked with many a loathed riteOf lust an
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 . LY Tor he is gone^ where all things wise and fairDescend; — oh, dream not that the amorous DeepWill yet restore him to the vital air;Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair. TV Most musical of mourners, weep again !Lament anew, Urania ! — He was the Sire of an immortal strain,Blind, old, and lonely, when his country^s priest, the slave, and the and mocked with many a loathed riteOf lust and blood ; he went, the gulf of death; but his clear SpriteYet reigns oer earth; the third among the sons of light. Most musical of mourners, M^eep anew!Not all to that bright station dared to climb;And happier they their happiness who knew,Whose tapers yet burn through that night of timeIn which suns perished ; others more by the envious wrath of man or God,Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime;And some yet live, treading the thorny leads, through toil and hate, to Fames serene abode. [ 230 ]. 2- K- G THE YEARS 1820 AND 1821 xxin Sorrow and fearSo struct, so roused, so rapt Urania;So saddened round her like an atmosphereOf stormy mist; so swept her on her way,Even to the mournful place where Adonais lay. XXV In the death chamber for a moment Death Shamed by the presence of that living Might Blushed to annihilation, and the breath Revisited those lips, and lifes pale light Flashed through those limbs, so late her dear delight. Leave me not wild and drear and comfortless, As silent lightning leaves the starless night! Leave me not! cried Urania : her distressEoused Death: Death rose and smiled, and met her vaincaress. XXVI Stay yet awhile ! speak to me once again! Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may live; And in my heartless breast and burning brain That word, that kiss shall all thoughts else survive. With food of saddest memor
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