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The thought of his own kind who made the
soul Which sped that winged shape through night
and day, — The thought of his own country
LINES WRITTEN FOR JULIAN AND MAD
WHAT think you the dead are ?
Why, dust and clay, What should they be?
'Tis the last hour of day.
Perhaps the only comfort which remains
Lines written for Julian and Maddalo. Published by Garnett, LINES WRITTEN FOR PROMETHEUS UN
As a violet's gentle eye
Gazes on the azure sky,
As a gray and empty mist
Lies like solid amethyst
When the sunset sleeps
Upon its snow;
Wraps itself the wind around,
As aught dark, vain and dull,
Is full of light and love.
LINES WRITTEN FOR MONT BLANC
THERE is a voice, not understood by all,
Lines written for Prometheus Unbound. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18391
Lines written for Mont Blanc. Published by Garnett, 1862.
LINES WRITTEN FOR THE INDIAN
O PILLOW cold and wet with tears!
LINES WRITTEN FOR THE ODE TO LIBERTY
WITHIN a cavern of man's trackless spirit
Is throned an Image, so intensely fair That the adventurous thoughts that wander near it
Worship, and as they kneel tremble and wear The splendor of its presence, and the light
Penetrates their dreamlike frame Till they become charged with the strength of flame.
STANZA WRITTEN FOR THE ODE WRITTEN
GATHER, oh, gather,
Waves sleep together
Lines written for the Indian Serenade. Published by Rossetti, 1870.
Lines written for the Ode to Liberty. Published by Garnett, 1862.
Stanza written for the Ode written October, 1819. Published in The Times (Rossetti).
LINES CONNECTED WITH EPIPSYCHIDION
HERE, my dear friend, is a new book for you ;
though 'tis in the code
Free love has this, different from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away. Like ocean, which the general north wind breaks Into ten thousand waves, and each one makes A mirror of the moon like some great glass, Which did distort whatever form might pass, Dashed into fragments by a playful child, Which then reflects its eyes and forehead mild ; Giving for one, which it could ne'er express, A thousand images of loveliness.
Lines connected with Epipsychidion. Published, 1–37, 62–91, by Mrs. Shelley, 18392, 1-174, by Garnett (To His Genius. Miscellaneous Fragments), 1862.
If I were one whom the loud world held wise, I should disdain to quote authorities In commendation of this kind of love. Why there is first the God in heaven above, Who wrote a book called Nature 'tis to be Reviewed, I hear, in the next Quarterly ; And Socrates, the Jesus Christ of Greece, And Jesus Christ himself did never cease To urge all living things to love each other, And to forgive their mutual faults, and smother The Devil of disunion in their souls.
I love you ! — Listen, O embodied Ray Of the great Brightness ; I must pass away While you remain, and these light words must be Tokens by which you may remember me. Start not — the thing you are is unbetrayed, If you are human, and if but the shade Of some sublimer Spirit.
And as to friend or mistress, 'tis a form ;
29 commendation, Garnett, 1862 || the support, Mrs. Shelley, 18392. 54 if, omit, Rossetti.