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And she cried, "Ply the oar;
O'er the sea.
And from isle, tower and rock,
From the lee.
“ And fear'st thou, and fear'st thou?
And see'st thou, and hear'st thou ?
And drive we not free
I and thou?"
One boat-cloak did cover
Soft and low;
While around the lashed Ocean,
To and fro.
IV In the court of the fortress Beside the pale portress, Like a bloodhound well beaten The bridegroom stands, eaten
By shame ;
On the topmost watch-turret,
And with curses as wild
Of his name !
WHAT! alive and so bold, O Earth?
Art thou not over-bold ?
What ! leapest thou forth as of old
Ha ! leapest thou forth as of old ?
How! is not thy quick heart cold?
What spark is alive on thy hearth?
How! is not his death-knell knolled ?
O'er the embers covered and cold
“ Who has known me of old,” replied Earth,
6 Or who has my story told ?
It is thou who art over-bold."
, All my sons when their knell is knolled, Lines written on hearing the News of the Death of Napoleon. Mrs. Shelley, 18391 || Written on hearing the News of the Death of Napoleon, Shelley, 1821. Published with Hellas, 1821.
ü. 8 dost thou, Rossetti.
And so with living motion all are fed,
“Still alive and still bold," shouted Earth,
grow bolder, and still more bold.
Like a frozen chaos uprolled,
I feed on whom I fed.
“Ay, alive and still bold,” muttered Earth,
“ Napoleon's fierce spirit rolled,
In terror, and blood, and gold,
The metal before it be cold;
Non happiness, nor majesty, nor fame,
arts, Shepherd those herds whom tyranny makes tame; Verse echoes not one beating of their hearts,
Sonnet. Political Greatness, Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || Sonnet to the Republic of Benevento, Harvard MS. Published by Mrs. Shelley,
History is but the shadow of their shame,
A BRIDAL SONG
The golden gates of sleep unbar
Where strength and beauty, met together, Kindle their image like a star
In a sea of glassy weather!
Darkness, weep thy holiest dew;
On a pair so true. Let
eyes not see their own delight ;Haste, swift hour, and thy flight
Fairies, sprites, and angels, keep her !
Holy stars, permit no wrong! And return to wake the sleeper,
Dawn, -ere it be long.
6 the || its, Harvard MS. A Bridal Song. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.