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All the wide world beside us
WRITTEN IN DEJECTION, NEAR NAPLES
The waves are dancing fast and bright; Blue isles and snowy mountains wear
The purple noon's transparent might;
The breath of the moist earth is light Around its unexpanded buds;
Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's.
xiii. 2 Show, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || Are, Medwin, 1832.
3 Puppets passing, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || Shadows shifting, Medwin, 1832. xiii. 4, 5, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 ||
What but mockery may they mean?
5 Benbow, 1826, Mrs. Shelley, 18391; omit, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 ; moist earth, Boscombe MS. || moist air, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 ; west wind, Medwin, 1847.
I see the Deep's untrampled floor
With green and purple sea-weeds strown; I see the waves upon the shore,
Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown;
the sands alone
Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my
Alas! I have nor hope nor health,
Nor peace within nor calm around, Nor that content surpassing wealth
The sage in meditation found,
And walked with inward glory crowned Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure.
Others I see whom these surround Smiling they live, and call life pleasure; To me that
has been dealt in another mea
Even as the winds and waters are;
the life of care
ii. 8 measured, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || mingled, Medwin, 1847.
9 did any heart now, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || if any heart could, Medwin, 1847.
iv. 4 the, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || this, Medwin, 1847.
Till death like sleep might steal on me,
And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Some might lament that I were cold,
As I when this sweet day is gone,
Insults with this untimely moan;
They might lament — for I am one
Unlike this day, which, when the sun
LIFT not the painted veil which those who live Call Life; though unreal shapes be pictured
there, And it but mimic all we would believe With colors idly spread, — behind, lurk Fear And Hope, twin Destinies, who ever weave Their shadows o'er the chasm sightless and
drear. I knew one who had lifted it- he sought, For his lost heart was tender, things to love,
iv. 9 dying, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || outworn, Medwin, 1847. Sonnet. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
6 Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || The shadows, which the world calls sub stance, there, Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
ñ had, Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || omit, Mrs. Shelley, 1824.
But found them not, alas! nor was there aught
POEMS WRITTEN IN 1819
WRITTEN DURING THE CASTLEREAGH ADMINISTRATION
CORPSES are cold in the tomb -
Abortions are dead in the womb,
Her sons are as stones in the
way They are masses of senseless clay
They are trodden and move not awayThe abortion with which she travaileth
Is Liberty, smitten to death.
Thou art sole lord and possessor
Thy path to the grave. Lines written during the Castlereagh Administration. Medwin, 1832 || England, Harvard MS. Published by Medwin, The Athenæum, December 8, 1832.
i. 4 death-white, Harvard MS., Frederickson MS. || white, Medwin, 1832.