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Title: With Shelley in Italy : being a selection of the poems and letters of Percy Bysshe Shelley which have to do with his life in Italy from 1818 to 1822
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: Shelley, Percy Bysshe, 1792-1822 McMahan, Anna Benneson
Subjects: Poetry of places -- Italy Italy -- Description and travel Poetry
Publisher: Chicago : McClurg
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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) WITH SHELLEY IN ITALY Two overshadowing minds, one life, one death, One heaven, one hell, one immortality. And one annihilation. Woe is me ! The winged words on which my soul would pierce Into the height of loves rare Universe, Are chains of lead around its flight of fire — I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire! TO IOne word is too often profaned For me to profane it,One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it.One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother.And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. II I can give not what men call love. But wilt thou accept notThe worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not.The desire of the moth for the star. Of the night for the morrow.The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ? ^ Perhaps these verses may be taken to epitomize the whole motive ofEpipsychidiott and similar poems, — the desire of the moth for thestar, etc., —not the desire of possession, but of worship. — Ed. ( 226 )
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S- o re* o THE YEARS 1820 AND 1821 TO Music, when soft voices die,Vibrates in the memory;Odours, when sweet violets sicken.Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead.Are heaped for the beloveds bed ;And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,Love itself shall slumber on. ADONAIS : AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JOHN KEATS,AUTHOR OF ENDYMION, HYPERION, Etc. AiTTTjp irpiv jxkv eXayMTres 6vt tfjiolciv Ewos *NCj/ Se davuiv \dfnr€L<i Eo-Trcpos ev (fiOi/xivoLS. Plato.2 PKEFACE^dpfiaKOv r)\de, Btwv, Trort (tov (rro/xa, cfidpfxaKov clSes.Jlws rev Tot? ;)^€tAecrcri 7roTe8pa/x,e, kovk iyXvKavOr) ; ^ I would rather have written Shelleys Music, when soft voices die than all that Beaumont and Fletcher ever wrote, together with all of theircontemporaries, excepting Shakespeare. — Walter Savage Landor. 2 Translated by Shelley in a poem called To Stella. Thou wert the Morning Star among the livingEre thy fair light had fled : —Now, having died, thou art as Hesperus, givi

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