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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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rice upon his life, and there was setA penalty of blood on all who shared So much of water with him as might wetHis lips, which speech divided not — he wentAlone, as you may guess, to banishment. XIII Amid the mountains, like a hunted beast,He hid himself, and hunger, toil, and cold. Month after month endured; it was a feast Wheneer he found those globes of deep-red gold Which in the woods the strawberry-tree dotli bear. Suspended in their emerald atmosphere. XIVAnd in the roofless huts of vast morasses. Deserted by the fever-stricken serf.All overgrown with reeds and long rank grasses, And hillocks heaped of moss-inwoven turf.And where the huge and speckled aloe made,Rooted in stones, a broad and pointed shade, XV He housed himself. There is a point of strandNear Yados tower and town ; and on one side The treacherous marsh divides it from the land.Shadowed by pine and ilex forests wide. And on the other creeps eternally. Through muddy weeds, the shallow sullen sea.( 32 ) ;■ o 2 ^
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THE YEAR 1818 XVIHere the eartli^s breath is pestilence, and few But things whose nature is at war with bfe —Snakes and ill worms — endure its mortal dew. The trophies of the climes victorious strife —White bones, and locks of dun and yellow hair,And ringed horns which buffaloes did wear — xvn And at the utmost point . . . stood there . The relics of a weed-inwoven cot.Thatched with broad flags. An outlawed murderer Had lived seven days there : the pursuit was hotWhen he was cold. The birds that were his graveFell dead upon their feast iu Vado^s wave. xvni There must have lived within Marenghi^s heartThat fire, more warm and bright than life or hope, (Which to the martyr makes his dungeon . . .More joyous than the heavens majestic cope To his oppressor), warring with decay, — Or he could neer have lived years, day by day. ■ XIX Nor was his state so lone as you might think.He had tamed every newt and snake and toad, And every seagull which sailed down to drinkThose ... ere

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