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Yet in spirit oft I see

Sees summer on its verdant pastures On thy wild and winding shore

smile, Freedom's bloodless banners wave,- Its cornfields waving in the winds that Feel the pulses of the brave

sweep Unextinguished in the grave,

The billowy surface of thy circling deep. See them drenched in sacred gore,

Thou tree whose shadow o'er the Catch the warrior's gasping breath

Atlantic gave Murmuring “Liberty or death !” Peace, wealth, and beauty, to its friendly


its blossoms fade, Shout aloud ! Let every slave, And blighted are the leaves that cast its Crouching at Corruption's throne,

shade; Start into a man, and brave

Whilst the cold hand gathers its scanty Racks and chains without a groan ;

fruit, And the castle's heartless glow,

Whose chillness struck a canker to its And the hovel's vice and woe,

root. Fade like gaudy flowers that blow

Weeds that peep, and then are gone; Whilst, from misery's ashes risen,

TO HARRIET : A FRAGMENT Love shall burst the captive's prison.


Whose dear love gleamed upon the Cotopaxi ! bid the sound

gloomy path Through thy sister mountains ring,

Which this lone spirit travelled, drear

and cold Till each valley smile around At the blissful welcoming !

But swiftly leading to those awful limits And I thou stern Ocean-deep,

Which mark the bounds of time, and of Thou whose foamy billows sweep Shores where thousands wake to weep

When time shall be no more,-wilt thou

not turn Whilst they curse a villain king, On the winds that fan thy breast

Those spirit-beaming eyes, and look on Bear thou news of Freedom's rest!

me, Until I be assured that earth is heaven,

And heaven is earth? Can the daystar dawn of love,

Where the flag of war unsurled Floats with crimson stain above

The fabric of a ruined world?

Never but to vengeance driven
When the patriot's spirit shriven
Seeks in death its native heaven !
There, to desolation hurled,

ONCE, early in the morning,
Widowed love may watch thy bier,

Beelzebub arose, Balm thee with its dying tear.

With care his sweet person adorning,

He put on his Sunday clothes. TO IRELAND Bear witness, Erin ! when thine injured He drew on a boot to hide his hoof, isle

He drew on a glove to hide his claw,

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His horns were concealed by a bras- Sate familiarly, side by side, chapeau,

Declared, that if the tempter were there, And the Devil went forth as natty a His presence he would not abide. beau,

Ah ha! thought Old Nick, that's a As Bond Street ever saw.

very stale trick, For without the Devil, O favourite of

evil, He sate him wn, in London town,

In your carriage you would not
Before earth's morning ray,

With a favourite imp he began to chat,
On religion, and scandal, this and that, Satan next saw a brainless King,
Until the dawn of day.

Whose house was as hot as his own,
Many imps in attendance were there on

the wing, And then to St. James's Court he went, And St. Paul's Church he took on his They fiapped the pennon and twisted

the sting. way, He was mighty thick with every Saint,

Close by the very Throne. Tho' they were formal and he was gay.

Ah ha! thought Satan, the pasture is The Devil was an agriculturist,

good, And as bad weeds quickly grow, My Cattle will here thrive better In looking over his farm, I wist

than others,
He wouldn't find cause for woe. They dine on news of human blood,

They sup on the groans of the dying

and dead, He peeped in each hole, to each chamber And supperless never will go to bed ; stole,

Which will make them fat as their His promising live-stock to view ;

brothers. Grinning applause, he just showed them his claws,

Fat as the fiends that feed on blood, And they shrunk with affright from his

Fresh and warm from the fields of ugly sight,

Whose work they delighted to do.

Where ruin ploughs her gory way,

When the shoots of earth are nipped in

the bud, Satan poked his red nose into crannies

Where Hell is the Victor's prey, so small, One would think that the innocents

Its glory the meed of the slain. fair, Poor lambkins ! were just doing nothing at all,

Fat--as the death-birds on Erin's shore, But settling some dress or arranging That glutted themselves in her dearest some ball,

gore, But the Devil saw deeper there.

And Aitted round Castlereagh, When they snatched the Patriot's heart,

that his grasp A Priest, at whose elbow the Devil Had torn from its widow's maniac clasp, during prayer,

And Aled at the dawn of day.





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How vast his stock of calf ! when plenty Oh! why is the Father of Hell in such

Had filled his empty head and heart, Enough to satiate foplings twenty,

glee, Could make his pantaloon seams

As he grins from ear to ear?

Why does he doff his clothes joyfully, start.

As he skips, and prances, and flaps

his wing, The Devil, (who sometimes is called

As he sidles, leers, and twirls his sting, nature,)

And dares, as he is, to appear?
For men of power provides thus well,
Whilst every change and every feature,
Their great original can tell.

A statesman pass'd-alone to him,
The Devil dare his whole shape un-

Satan saw a lawyer, a viper slay, To show each feature, every limb,

That crawled up the leg of his table, Secure of an unchanging lover.
It reminded him most marvellously,
Of the story of Cain and Abel.

At this known sign, a welcome sight,

The watchful demons sought their The wealthy yeoman, as he wanders,

His fertile fields among,

And every fiend of the Stygian night, And on his thriving cattle ponders, Was in an instant on the wing. Counts his sure gains, and hums a

song ; Thus did the Devil, thro' earth walking, Pale Loyalty, his guilt-steeled brow, Hum low a hellish song.

With wreaths of gory laurel crowned :




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Oh, come then and rove

To the sea or the grove When the moon is rising bright,

And I'll whisper there

In the cool night-air What I dare not in broad daylight.

1 Printed as Shelley's by Medwin; reprinted by Mrs. Shelley, first edition of 1839, but subsequently withdrawn as of doubtful genuine. ness. -Ed.


11. 22-75.

my cell,


The father and his whelps to flag at once. From Dante's Inferno, Canto xxxiii.

When I

Heard locked beneath me of that Translated by Medwin, with aid from

horrible tower Shelley.

The outlet, then into their eyes alone Shelley's contributions are printed in

I looked to read myself, without a sign Roman type, Medwin's portion in italics. Or word. Now had the loophole of that dungeon still Which bears the name of Famine's

But, when to shine Tower from me,

Upon the world, not us, came forth the And where 'tis fit that many another will

light Be doomed to linger in captivity,

Of the new sun, and, thwart my prison Shown through its narrow opening in


Gleamed through its narrow chink, a Moon after moon slow waning, when

doleful sight, a sleep

Three faces, each the reflex of my own, That of the future burst the veil, in

Were imaged by its faint and ghastly dream,

ray. Visited me.

It was a slumber deep And evil ; for I saw-or I did seem

Father, our woes so great were yet the To see- —that tyrant lord his revels keep,

less The leader of the cruel hunt to them,

Would you but eat of us : 'twas you Chasing the wolf and wolf-cubs up the

who clad steep

Our bodies in these weeds of wretched. Ascent that from the Pisan is the screen

ness,Of Lucca. With him Gualandi came,

Despoil them !"-- Not to make their Sismondi, and Lanfranchi, bloodhounds

hearts more sad, lean,

I hushed myself. Trained to the sport and eager for the

game, Wide ranging in his front. But soon Between the fifth and sixth day, ere were seen,

'twas dawn, Though by so short a course, with I found myself blind-groping o'er the spirits tame


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