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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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w I one whom I would callMore willingly my friend; and this was allAccomplished not; such dreams of baseless goodOft come and go in crowds or solitudeAnd leave no trace — but what I now designedMade for long years impression on my mind.The following morning urged by my affairsI left bright Yenice. After many yearsAnd many changes I returned; the nameOf Venice, and its aspect, was the same;But Maddalo was travelling far awayAmong the mountains of Armenia.His dog was dead. His child had now becomeA woman; such as it has been my doomTo meet with few, a wonder of this earthWhere there is little of transcendant worth,Like one of Shakespeares women : kindly she.And with a manner beyond courtesy,Eeceived her fathers friend ; and when I askedOf the lorn maniac, she her memory taskedAnd told as she had heard the mournful tale.That the poor sufferers health began to failTwo years from my departure, but that thenThe lady who had left him, came again.Her mien had been imperious, but she now(58)
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w THE YEAR 1818 Looked meek — perhaps remorse had brought her low. Her coming made him better^ and they stayed Together at my fathers — for I played As I remember with the ladys shawl — I might be six years old —but after all She left him . . . Why, her heart must have been tough:How did it end ? And was not this enough ?They met — they parted — Child^ is there no more? Something within that interval which boreThe stamp of whi/ they parted^ how they met:Yet if thine aged eyes disdain to wetThose wrinkled cheeks with youths remembered tears.Ask me no more^ but let the silent yearsBe closed and cered over their memoryAs yon mute marble where their corpses lie.I urged and questioned still, she told me howAll happened — but the cold world shall not know. TO MRS. SHELLEY (Bagni di Lucca). Venice, Sunday morning.August 23, 1818. My dearest Mary. We arrived here last night attwelve oclock, and it is now before breakfast the nextmorning. I can, of course, tell you nothing of the

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