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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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tant motion(19) WITH SHELLEY IN ITALY From the altar of dark oceanTo the sapphire-tinted skies;As the flames of sacrificeFrom the marble shrines did rise.As to pierce the dome of goldWhere Apollo spoke of old. Sun-girt City, thou hast beenOceans child, and then his queen;Now is come a darker day.And thou soon must be his prey,If the power that raised thee hereHallow so thy watery bier.A less drear ruin then than now,With thy conquest-branded browStooping to the slave of slavesFrom thy throne, among the wavesWilt thou be, when the sea-mewFlies, as once before it flew.Oer thine isles depopulate, ^And all is in its ancient state.Save where many a palace gateWith green sea-flowers overgrownLike a rock of oceans own.Topples 1 oer the abandoned seaAs the tides change sullenly.The fisher on his watery way.Wandering at the close of day, 1 This serious apprehension of the gradual sinking of Venice has becomemore pronounced since the crumbling of the Campanile in 1902. — Ed. (20) < o— re
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THE YEAR 1818 Will spread his sail and seize his oarTill he pass the gloomy shore,Lest thy dead should, from their sleepBursting o^er the starlight deep.Lead a rapid masque of deathOer the waters of his path. Those who alone thy towers beholdQuivering through aerial gold,As I now behold them here.Would imagine not they wereSepulchres, where human forms.Like pollution-nourished wormsTo the corpse of greatness cling.Murdered, and now mouldering:But if Freedom should awakeIn her omnipotence, and shakeFrom the Celtic Anarchs holdAll the keys of dungeons cold.Where a hundred cities lieChained like thee, ingloriously.Thou and all thy sister bandMight adorn this sunny land.Twining memories of old timeWith new virtues more sublime;If not, perish thou and they.Clouds which stain truths rising dayBy her sun consumed away,Earth can spare ye : while like flowers.In the waste of years and hours,(21) WITH SHELLEY IN ITALY From your dust new nations springWith more kindly blossoming. Perish — let

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