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 . d glass,Stains the white radiance of Eternity,Until Death tramples it to fragments. — DieIf thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek!Follow where all is fled ! —Romes azure sky,Elowers, ruins, statues, music, — words are weakThe glory they transfuse with fitting truth to speak. LIII Why linger, why turn back, why shrink, my heart ?Thy hopes are gone before: from all things hereThey have departed; thou shouldst now depart!A light is past fr
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 . d glass,Stains the white radiance of Eternity,Until Death tramples it to fragments. — DieIf thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek!Follow where all is fled ! —Romes azure sky,Elowers, ruins, statues, music, — words are weakThe glory they transfuse with fitting truth to speak. LIII Why linger, why turn back, why shrink, my heart ?Thy hopes are gone before: from all things hereThey have departed; thou shouldst now depart!A light is past from the revolving man, and woman; and what still is dearAttracts to crush, repels to make thee soft sky smiles, — the low wind whispers near;T is Adonais calls! oh, hasten more let Life divide what Death can join together. LIV That Light whose smile kindles the Universe,That Beauty in which all things work and move,That Benediction which the eclipsing CurseOf birth can quench not, that sustaining LoveWhich through the web of being blindly wove[ 242 ] ? HOTESPANT CEMETEUY and Iviiiiiiid of Cestius at 0/;^ kfiti pyramid ivlth loedf/e the dust of him ivho plannedThis refuge for his memory, doth standLike transformed to marhle. — Adonais, p. witli Shelleys prose description, Letter from Naples, p. 73. THE YEARS 1820 AND 1821 By man and beast and earth and air and bright or dim, as each are mirrors ofThe fire for which all thirst; now beams on the last clouds of cold mortality. LV The breath whose might I have invoked in songDescends on me; my spirit^s bark is driven,Tar from the shore, far from the trembling throngWhose sails were never to the tempest given;The massy earth and sphered skies are riven !I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar;Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven,The soul of Adonais, like a star,Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are. TO MRS. SHELL
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