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POEMS WRITTEN IN 1819
FRAGMENT: TO ITALY
[Published by Dr. Garnett, Relics of Shelley, 1862.]
As the sunrise to the night,
As the north wind to the clouds,
As the earthquake's fiery flight,
Ruining mountain solitudes,
Everlasting Italy, 5
Be those hopes and fears on thee.
As the north wind to the clouds,
As the earthquake's fiery flight,
Ruining mountain solitudes,
Everlasting Italy, 5
Be those hopes and fears on thee.
FRAGMENT: WINE OF THE FAIRIES
[Published by Mrs. Shelley, P. W., 1839, 1st ed.]
I am drunk with the honey wine
Of the moon-unfolded eglantine,
Which fairies catch in hyacinth bowls.
The bats, the dormice, and the moles
Sleep in the walls or under the sward 5
Of the desolate castle yard;
And when 'tis spilt on the summer earth
Or its fumes arise among the dew.
Their jocund dreams are full of mirth,
They gibber their joy in sleep; for few 10
Of the fairies bear those bowls so new!
Of the moon-unfolded eglantine,
Which fairies catch in hyacinth bowls.
The bats, the dormice, and the moles
Sleep in the walls or under the sward 5
Of the desolate castle yard;
And when 'tis spilt on the summer earth
Or its fumes arise among the dew.
Their jocund dreams are full of mirth,
They gibber their joy in sleep; for few 10
Of the fairies bear those bowls so new!
FRAGMENT: A ROMAN'S CHAMBER
[Published by Mrs. Shelley, P. W., 1839, 2nd ed.]
I.
In the cave which wild weeds cover
Wait for thine aethereal lover;
For the pallid moon is waning,
O'er the spiral cypress hanging
And the moon no cloud is staining. 5
In the cave which wild weeds cover
Wait for thine aethereal lover;
For the pallid moon is waning,
O'er the spiral cypress hanging
And the moon no cloud is staining. 5
II.
It was once a Roman's chamber,
Where he kept his darkest revels.
And the wild weeds twine and clamber;
It was then a chasm for devils.
It was once a Roman's chamber,
Where he kept his darkest revels.
And the wild weeds twine and clamber;
It was then a chasm for devils.
FRAGMENT: ROME AND NATURE
[Published by Mrs. Shelley, P. W., 1839, 2nd ed.]
Rome has fallen, ye see it lying
Heaped in undistinguished ruin:
Nature is alone undying.
Heaped in undistinguished ruin:
Nature is alone undying.
VARIATION OF THE SONG OF THE MOON
[Published by Mrs. Shelley, P. W., 1839, 1st ed.]
(Prometheus Unbound, Act iv.)
As a violet's gentle eye
Gazes on the azure sky
Until its hue grows like what it beholds;
As a gray and empty mist
Lies like solid amethyst 5
Over the western mountain it enfolds,
Gazes on the azure sky
Until its hue grows like what it beholds;
As a gray and empty mist
Lies like solid amethyst 5
Over the western mountain it enfolds,
