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But Zoe the meantime some eggs was frying,

Her hair's long auburn waves down to her heel Since, after all, no doubt the youthful pair

Flowed like an alpine torrent, which the sun Must breakfast, and betimes—lest they should ask it, Dyes with his morning light-and would conceal She drew out her provision from the basket.

Her person if allowed at large to run,

And still they seemed resentfully to feel And now, by dint of fingers and of eyes,

The silken fillet's curb, and sought to shun And words repeated after her, he took

Their bonds whene'er some Zephyr caught began A lesson in her tongue ; but by surmise,

To offer his young pinion as her fan.
No doubt, less of her language than her look :
As he who studies fervently the skies,

Round her she made an atmosphere of life ;
Turns oftener to the stars than to his book :

The very air seemed lighter from her eyes, Thus Juan learned his alpha beta better

They were so soft, and beautiful, and rife, From Haidee's glance than any graven letter.

With all we can imagine of the skies,

And pure as Psyche ere she grew a wife'Tis pleasing to be schooled in a strange tongue

Too pure even for the purest human ties; By female lips and eyes—that is, I mean

Her overpowering presence made you feel When both the teacher and the taught are young ; It would not be idolatry to kneel.

As was the case, at least, where I have been ; They smile so when one's right, and when one's Her eyelashes, though dark as night, were tingedwrong.

It is the country's custom-but in vain ; They smile still more, and then there intervene For those large black eyes were so blackly fringed, Pressure of hands, perhaps even a chaste kiss ;

The glossy rebels mocked the jetty stain, I learned the little that I know by this.

And in her native beauty stood avenged :

Her nails were touched with henna ; but again Haidee and Juan at the Feast.

The power of art was turned to nothing, for Haidee and Juan carpeted their feet

They could not look more rosy than before. On crimson satin, bordered with pale blue ;

Juan had on a shawl of black and gold, Their sofa occupied three parts complete

But a white baracan, and so transparent Of the apartment—and appeared quite new ;

The sparkling gems beneath you might behold, The velvet cushions—for a throne more meet

Like small stars through the Milky-way apparent; Were scarlet, from whose glowing centre grew His turban, furled in many a graceful fold, A sun embossed in gold, whose rays of tissue,

An emerald aigrette with Haidee's hair in 't Meridian-like, were seen all light to issue.

Surmounted as its clasp-a glowing crescent, Crystal and marble, plate and porcelain,

Whose rays shone ever trembling, but incessant. Had done their work of splendour ; Indian mats And now they were diverted by their suite, And Persian carpets, which the heart bled to stain,

Dwarfs, dancing-girls, black eunuchs, and a poet; Over the floors were spread ; gazelles and cats, Which made their new establishment complete ; And dwarfs and blacks, and such-like things, that gain

The last was of great fame, and liked to shew it: Their bread as ministers and favourites--that's

His verses rarely wanted their due feetTo say, by degradation-mingled there

And for his theme—he seldom sung below it, As plentiful as in a court or fair.

He being paid to satirise or flatter,
There was no want of lofty mirrors, and

As the Psalms say, 'inditing a good matter.'
The tables, most of ebony inlaid
With mother-of-pearl or ivory, stood at hand,

The Death of Haidee.
Or were of tortoise-shell or rare woods made,

Afric is all the sun's, and as her earth, Fretted with gold or silver-by command,

Her human clay is kindled; full of power The greater part of these were ready spread

For good or evil, burning from its birth, With viands and sherbets in ice—and wine

The Moorish blood partakes the planet's hour, Kept for all comers, at all hours to dine.

And, like the soil beneath it, will bring forth :

Beauty and love were Haidee's mother's dower ; Of all the dresses, I select Haidee's :

But her large dark eye shewed deep Passion's force, She wore two jelicks--one was of pale yellow;

Though sleeping like a lion near a source. Of azure, pink, and white was her chemise

’Neath which her breast heaved like a little billow; Her daughter, tempered with a milder ray, With buttons formed of pearls as large as peas,

Like summer clouds all silvery, smooth, and fair, All gold and crimson shone her jelick’s fellow, Till slowly charged with thunder, they display And the striped white gauze baracan that bound her, Terror to earth and tempest to the air, Like fleecy clouds about the moon flowed round her, Had held till now her soft and milky way ;,

But, overwrought with passion and despair, One large gold bracelet clasped each lovely arm, The fire burst forth from her Numidian veins, Lockless-s0 pliable from the pure gold

Even as the simoom sweeps the blasted plains. That the hand stretched and shut it without harm, The limb which it adorned its only mould ;

The last sight which she saw was Juan's gore, So beautiful-its very shape would charm,

And he himself o'ermastered and cut down ; And clinging as if loath to lose its hold:

His blood was running on the very floor The purest ore inclosed the whitest skin

Where late he trod, her beautiful, her own; That e'er by precious metal was held in.

Thus much she viewed an instant and no more

Her struggles ceased with one convulsive groan; Around, as princess of her father's land,

On her sire's arm, which until now scarce held A light gold bar above her instep rolled

Her writhing, fell she like a cedar felled. Announced her rank ; twelve rings were on her hand;

Her hair was starred with gems; her veil's fine fold A vein had burst, and her sweet lips' pure dyes Below her breast was fastened with a band

Were dabbled with the deep blood which ran o'er, Of lavish pearls, whose worth could scarce be told ; And her head drooped as when the lily lies Her orange-silk full Turkish trousers furled

O'ercharged with rain : her summoned handmaids About the prettiest ankle in the world.


Their lady to her couch with gushing eyes ;

and estate), was a member of the House of ComOf herbs and cordials they produced their store : mons. The family was of great antiquity, tracing But she defied all means they could employ,

its descent from one of the followers of William of Like one life could not hold nor death destroy. Normandy. In worldly prospects and distinction Days lay she in that state unchanged, though chill

the poet therefore surpassed most of his tuneful With nothing livid, still her lips were red ;

brethren ; yet this only served to render his She had no pulse, but death seemed absent still ; unhappy and strange destiny the more conspicu

No hideous sign proclaimed her surely dead : ously wretched. When ten years of age, he was Corruption came not, in each mind to kill

put to a public school, Sion House, where he was All hope : to look upon her sweet face bred harshly treated both by his instructors and by New thoughts of life, for it seemed full of soul tyrannical school-fellows. He was fond of readShe had so much, earth could not claim the whole. ... ing, especially wild romances and tales of diabHer handmaids tended, but she heeded not ;

lerie; and when very young he wrote two novels, Her father watched, she turned her eyes away;

Zastrozzi, and St Irvyne, or the Rosicrucian. She recognised no being, and no spot,

From Sion House, Shelley was removed to Eton, However dear or cherished in their day;

where his sensitive spirit was again wounded by They changed from room to room, but all forgot; ill-usage and by the system of fagging tolerated at Gentle, but without memory, she lay;

Eton. His resistance to all established authority At length those eyes, which they would fain be and opinion displayed itself while at school, and weaning

in the introduction to his Revolt of Islam, he has Back to old thoughts, waxed full of fearful meaning.

portrayed his early impressions in some sweet and And then a slave bethought her of a harp:

touching stanzas : The harper came and tuned his instrument:

Thoughts of great deeds were mine, dear friend, when At the first notes, irregular and sharp,

first On him her flashing eyes a moment bent ;

The clouds which wrap this world from youth did Then to the wall she turned, as if to warp

pass. Her thoughts from sorrow through her heart

I do remember well the hour which burst re-sent;

My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was, And he began a long low island song

When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, Of ancient days ere tyranny grew strong.

And wept, I knew not why: until there rose Anon her thin, wan fingers beat the wall

From the near school-room voices that, alas ! In time to his old tune ; he changed the theme,

Were but one echo from a world of woes-And sung of Love ; the fierce name struck through The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.

all Her recollection ; on her flashed the dream

And then I clasped my hands and looked around,

But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Of what she was, and is, if ye could call

Which poured their warm drops on the sunny To be so being: in a gushing stream The tears rushed forth from her o'erclouded brain,

ground; Like mountain mists at length dissolved in rain.

So, without shame, I spake : 'I will be wise,

And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies Twelve days and nights she withered thus ; at last, Such power, for I grow weary to behold Without a groan, or sigh, or glance, to shew

The selfish and the strong still tyrannise A parting pang, the spirit from her passed :

Without reproach or check.' I then controlled And they who watched her nearest could not know My tears, my heart grew calm, and I was meek and The very instant, till the change that cast

bold. Her sweet face into shadow, dull and slow, Glazed o'er her eyes-the beautiful, the black

And from that hour did I with earnest thought Oh to possess such lustre, and then lack !

Heap knowledge from forbidden mines of lore;

Yet nothing that my tyrants knew or taught Thus lived—thus died she ; never more on her

I cared to learn, but from that secret store Shall sorrow light, or shame. She was not made Wrought linked armour for my soul, before Through years or moons the inner weight to bear, It might walk forth to war among mankind; Which colder hearts endure till they are laid

Thus power and hope were strengthened more and By age in earth : her days and pleasures were

more Brief, but delightful—such as had not stayed Within me, till there came upon my mind Long with her destiny; but she sleeps well

A sense of loneliness, a thirst with which I pined. By the sea-shore whereon she loved to dwell.

With these feelings and predilections (exaggerated, That isle is now all desolate and bare, Its dwellings down, its tenants passed away;

however, in expression, as all his personal stateNone but her own and father's grave is there,

ments were), Shelley went to Oxford. He studied And nothing outward tells of human clay; hard but irregularly, and spent much of his leisure Ye could not know where lies a thing so fair; in chemical experiments. He incessantly specuNo one is there to shew, no tongue to say

lated, thought, and read, as he himself has stated. What was ; no dirge except the hollow seas At the age of fifteen he wrote two short prose Mourns o'er the beauty of the Cyclades.

romances. He had also great facility in versifica

tion, and threw off various effusions. The 'forPERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY.

bidden mines of lore' which had captivated his

boyish mind at Eton were also diligently explored, PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY was born at his and he was soon an avowed republican and father's seat, Field Place, near Horsham, in Sus- sceptic. He published a volume of political sex, August 4, 1792. His grandfather, Sir Bysshe rhymes, entitled Posthumous Poems of my Aunt Shelley, was then living, and his father, Timothy Margaret Nicholson, the said Margaret being the Shelley (who afterwards succeeded to the title unhappy maniac who attempted to stab George

III. ; and he issued a syllabus from Hume's Harriet Westbrook, the ceremony taking place in Essays, at the same time challenging the authori- St George's Church, Hanover Square. Unfortuties of Oxford to a public controversy on the nately about this time the poet became enamoured subject. Shelley was at this time just seventeen of the daughter of Mr Godwin, a young lady who years of age ! In conjunction with a fellow could feel poetry and understand philosophy, collegian, Mr Hogg, he composed a small treatise, which he thought his wife was incapable of, and The Necessity of Atheism; and the result was that Harriet refusing to agree to a separation, Shelley, both the heterodox students were, in 1811, expelled at the end of July in the same year, left England from college. They went to London, where Shelley in the company of Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin. still received support from his family; Mr Hogg They made a six weeks' tour on the continent, of removed to York, and nearly half a century after which he wrote a journal, and returned to London. wards (1858) became the biographer of the early It was discovered that, by the provisions of the life of his poet-friend. It was the cardinal article deed of entail, the fee-simple of the Shelley estate of Shelley's faith, that if men were but taught was vested in the poet after his father's death, and induced to treat their fellows with love, and he had thus power to raise money. Accordcharity, and equal rights, this earth would realise ing to his friend, Thomas L. Peacock, Shelley Paradise. He looked upon religion as it was pro- purchased an annuity of £1000 a year from his fessed, and, above all, practised, as hostile, instead father, who had previously allowed him £200 ! of friendly, to the cultivation of those virtues which The poet now established himself on the banks would make men brothers.' Mrs Shelley conceives of the Thames, and there composed his poem, that, in the peculiar circumstances, this was not to Alastor, or the Spirit of Solitude (1816), designed, be wondered at. 'At the age of seventeen, fragile as he states, to represent a youth of uncorrupted in health and frame, of the purest habits in morals, feelings and adventurous genius, led forth by an full of devoted generosity and universal kindness, imagination inflamed and purified through familiglowing with ardour to attain wisdom, resolved, at arity with all that is excellent and majestic, to the every personal sacrifice, to do right, burning with contemplation of the universe. The mind of his a desire for affection and sympathy, he was treated hero, however, becomes awakened, and thirsts for as a reprobate, cast forth as a criminal. The intercourse with an intelligence similar to itself. cause was, that he was sincere, that he believed He seeks in vain for a prototype of his conception; the opinions which he entertained to be true, and and blasted by his disappointinent, he descends he loved truth with a martyr's love: he was to an untimely grave. In this picture, Shelley ready to sacrifice station, and fortune, and his undoubtedly drew from his own experience, and in dearest affections, at its shrine. The sacrifice none of his subsequent works has he excelled the was demanded from, and made by, a youth of descriptive passages in Alastor. The copious seventeen.'

picturesqueness of his language, and the boldness It appears that in his youth Shelley was equally of his imagination, are here strikingly exemplified. inclined to poetry and metaphysics, and hesitated Symptoms of pulmonary disease having appeared, to which he should devote himself. He ended in Shelley again repaired to the continent, in the uniting them, by no means to the advantage of summer of 1816, and first met with Lord Byron at his poetry. At the age of eighteen he produced a the Lake of Geneva. His health being restored, wild atheistical poem, Queen Mab, written in the he returned to England, and settled himself at rhythm of Southey's Thalaba, and abounding in Great Marlow in Buckinghamshire. His unforpassages of great power and melody. He had tunate wife committed suicide by drowning herself been strongly attached to his cousin, an accom- in the Serpentine River in December 1816, and plished young lady, Miss Grove, but after his Shelley married Miss Godwin a few weeks afterexpulsion from college and from home, communi- wards (December 30), the prospect of succession cation with this lady was prohibited. He then for his children to a large entailed estate having became enamoured of another beauty-a handsome apparently removed his repugnance to matrimony. blonde of sixteen, but in social position inferior A new source of obloquy and misery was, howto himself

. This was a Miss Harriet Westbrook, ever, opened. Shelley claimed his children; their daughter of a person who had kept the Mount mother's family refused to give them up; they Street Coffee-house, London-a place of fashion- resisted the claim in Chancery, and the decree able resort-and had retired from business with of the Lord Chancellor (Eldon) was given against apparently competent means. Mr Westbrook had him. The ground of Lord Eldon's judgment was put his daughter to a boarding school, at which that Shelley had published and maintained, and one of Shelley's sisters was also placed. The carried out in practice, the doctrine that marriage result was an elopement after a few weeks' ac- was a contract binding only during mutual pleaquaintance, and a marriage in Edinburgh in sure, and that such practice was injurious to the August 1811. This still further exasperated his best interests of society. In a poetical fragment friends, and his father cut off his allowance. An on the subject, he invokes a curse on the adminisuncle, Captain Pilfold, one of Nelson's captains trator of the law, 'by a parent's outraged love,' at the Nile and Trafalgar-generously supplied and in one exquisite verse the youthful pair with money, and they lived for some time in Cumberland, where Shelley made

By all the happy see in children's growth, the acquaintance of Southey, Wordsworth, De

That undeveloped flower of budding years, Quincey, and Wilson. His literary ambition must

Sweetness and sadness interwoven both,

Source of the sweetest hopes and saddest fears ! have been excited by this intercourse; but he suddenly departed for Dublin, whence he again At Marlow, Shelley composed the Revolt of Islam removed to the Isle of Man, and afterwards to (1818), a poem more energetic than Alastor, yet Wales. Two children were born to them. In containing the same allegorical features and March 1814, Shelley was married a second time to peculiarities of thought and style, and rendered

more tedious by the want of human interest. It gentle, affectionate, and generous ; so that even is honourable to Shelley that, during his residence those who most deeply deplored or detested his at Marlow, he was indefatigable in his attentions opinions, were charmed with the intellectual to the poor; his widow relates that, in the winter, purity and benevolence of his life. His favourite while bringing out his poem, he had a severe amusement was boating and sailing ; and whilst attack of ophthalmia, caught while visiting the returning one day, the 8th of July 1822, from Legpoor cottages. This certainly stamps with reality horn-whither he had gone to welcome Leigh his pleadings for the human race, though the Hunt to Italy—the boat in which he sailed, acnature of his philosophy and opinions would have companied by Mr Williams, formerly of the 8th deprived them of the highest of earthly consola- Dragoons, and a single seaman, went down in the tions. The poet now prepared to go abroad. A Bay of Spezia, and all perished. A volume of strong sense of injury, and a burning desire to Keats's poetry was found open in Shelley's coatredress what he termed the wrongs of society, pocket when his body was washed ashore. The rendered him miserable in England, and he remains of the poet were reduced to ashes by fire, hoped also that his health would be improved by and being taken to Rome, were deposited in the a milder climate. Accordingly, on the 12th of Protestant burial-ground, near those of a child he March 1818, he quitted this country, never to had lost in that city. A complete edition of return. He went direct to Italy. In 1819 ap- Shelley's Poetical Works, with notes by his peared Rosalind and Helen, and the same year widow, was published in four volumes, 1839; and The Cenci, a tragedy, dedicated to Mr. Leigh the same accomplished lady gave to the world two Hunt. 'Those writings,' he remarks in the volumes of his prose Essays, Letters from Abroad, dedication, which I have hitherto published, Translations and Fragments. Shelley's life was a have been little else than visions which imperson- dream of romance-a tale of mystery and grief. ate my own apprehensions of the beautiful and That he was sincere in his opinions, and benevthe just. I can also perceive in them the lite- olent in his intentions, is now undoubted. He rary defects incidental to youth and impatience ; looked upon the world with the eyes of a visionthey are dreams of what ought to be, or may be. ary, bent on unattainable schemes of intellectual The drama which I now present to you is a sad excellence and supremacy. His delusion led to reality. I lay aside the presumptuous attitude of misery, and made him, for a time, unjust to others. an instructor, and am content to paint, with such It alienated him from his family and friends, colours as my own heart furnishes, that which has blasted his prospects in life, and distempered all been. The painting is dark and gloomy; but, in his views and opinions. It is probable that, had spite of a revolting plot, and the insane, unnatural he lived to a riper age, he might have modified character of the Cenci, Shelley's tragedy is one of some of those extreme speculative and pernicious the best of modern times. As an effort of intellec- tenets, and we have no doubt that he would have tual strength, and an embodiment of human pas- risen into a purer atmosphere of poetical imaginasion, it may challenge a comparison with any tion. The troubled and stormy dawn was fast dramatic work since Otway; and it is incompar- yielding to the calm noonday brightness. He ably the best of the poet's productions. In 1821 had worn out some of his fierce antipathies and was published Prometheus Unbound, which he morbid affections; a happy domestic circle was had written while resident in Rome. This poem,' gathered around him ; and the refined simplicity he says, 'was chiefly written upon the mountain- of his tastes and habits, joined to wider and juster ous ruins of the Baths of Caracalla, among the views of human life, would imperceptibly have flowery glades and thickets of odoriferous blos- given a new tone to his thoughts and studies. He soming trees, which are extended in ever-winding had a high idea of the art to which he devoted his labyrinths upon its immense platforms and dizzy faculties. arches suspended in the air. The bright blue sky * Poetry,' he says in one of his essays, “is the of Rome, and the effect of the vigorous awakening record of the best and happiest moments of the of spring in that divinest climate, and the new happiest and best minds. We are aware of evanlife with which it drenches the spirits even to escent visitations of thought and feeling, someinspiration, were the inspiration of this drama.' times associated with place or person, sometimes No change of scene, however, could permanently regarding our own mind alone, and always arising affect the nature of Shelley's speculations, and his unforeseen and departing unbidden, but elevatPrometheus is as mystical and metaphysical and ing and delightful beyond all expression; so as daringly sceptical as any of his previous works. that, even in the desire and the regret they The cardinal point of his system is described by leave, there cannot but be pleasure, participating Mrs Shelley as a belief that man could be so per- as it does in the nature of its object. It is, fectionised as to be able to expel evil from his as it were, the interpenetration of a diviner nature own nature, and from the greater part of the through our own; but its footsteps are like those creation; and the subject he loved best to dwell of a wind over the sea, which the morning calm on was the image of one warring with the evil erases, and whose traces remain only, as on the principle, oppressed not only by it, but by all, wrinkled sand which paves it. These and coreven the good, who were deluded into consider responding conditions of being are experienced ing evil a necessary portion of humanity. His principally by those of the most delicate sensibility remaining works are Hellas; The Witch of and the most enlarged imagination; and the state Atlas; Adonais; Epipsychidion; and a variety of mind produced by them is at war with every of shorter productions, with scenes translated from base desire. The enthusiasm of virtue, love, Calderon and the Faust of Goethe. In Italy, patriotism, and friendship is essentially linked Shelley renewed his acquaintance with Lord with such emotions; and whilst they last, self Byron, who thought his philosophy too spiritual appears as what it is, an atom to a universe. Poets and romantic.' He was temperate in his habits, are not only subject to these experiences as spirits

of the most refined organisation, but they can

Behold! colour all that they combine with the evanescent The rocks are cloven, and through the purple night hues of this ethereal world ; a word, a trait in the I see cars drawn by rainbow-winged steeds, representation of a scene or passion, will touch

Which trample the dim winds : in each there stands the enchanted chord, and reanimate, in those who

A wild-eyed charioteer urging their flight. have ever experienced those emotions, the sleep

Some look behind, as fiends pursued them there,

And yet I see no shapes but the keen stars : ing, the cold, the buried image of the past. Poetry

Others, with burning eyes, lean forth, and drink thus makes immortal all that is best and most

With eager lips the wind of their own speed, beautiful in the world ; it arrests the vanishing As if the thing they loved fled on before, apparitions which haunt the interlunations of life, And now, even now, they clasped it. Their bright and veiling them, or in language or in form, sends locks them forth among mankind, bearing sweet news Stream like a comet's flashing hair : they all of kindred joy to those with whom their sisters Sweep onward. abide-abide, because there is no portal of expres

These are the immortal Hours, sion from the caverns of the spirit which they

Of whom thou didst demand. One waits for thee. inhabit into the universe of things. Poetry redeems from decay the visitations of the divinity

Opening of Queen Mab. in man.' The remote abstract character of Shelley's

How wonderful is Death,

Death and his brother Sleep! poetry, and its general want of anything real or

One, pale as yonder waning moon, tangible, by which the sympathies of the heart

With lips of lurid blue ; are awakened, must always prevent its becoming

The other, rosy as the morn popular. Even to Charles Lamb it was icy cold."

When, throned on ocean's wave, He was a pantheistic dreamer and idealist. Yet

It blushes o'er the world : the splendour of his lyrical verse-so full, rich, Yet both so passing wonderful ! and melodious—and the grandeur of some of his conceptions, stamp him a great poet. His influ

Hath then the gloomy Power, ence on the succession of English poets since his

Whose reign is in the tainted sepulchres, time has been inferior only to that of Wordsworth.

Seized on her sinless soul? Macaulay doubted whether any modern poet pos

Must then that peerless form

Which love and admiration cannot view sessed in an equal degree the highest qualities

Without a beating heart, those azure veins of the great ancient masters. His diction is

Which steal like streams along a field of snow, singularly classical and imposing in sound and

That lovely outline, which is fair structure. He was a close student of the Greek

As breathing marble, perish ? and Italian poets. The descriptive passages in Must putrefaction's breath Alastor, and the river-voyage at the conclusion Leave nothing of this heavenly sight of the Revolt of Islam, are among the most

But loathsomeness and ruin? finished of his productions. His better genius Spare nothing but a gloomy theme leads him to the pure waters and the depth of On which the lightest heart might moralise ? forest shades, which none of his contemporaries

Or is it only a sweet slumber knew so well how to describe. Some of the minor

Stealing o'er sensation, poems—The Cloud, The Skylark, &c.-are im

Which the breath of roseate morning bued with a fine lyrical and poetic spirit. One

Chaseth into darkness?

Will Ianthe wake again, striking peculiarity of his style is his constant

And give that faithful bosom joy personification of inanimate objects. In The Cenci

Whose sleepless spirit waits to catch we have a strong and almost terrible illustration

Light, life, and rapture from her smile? of this feature of his poetry : I remember,

Her dewy eyes are closed, Two miles on this side of the fort, the road

And on their lids, whose texture fine Crosses a deep ravine ; 'tis rough and narrow,

Scarce hides the dark-blue orbs beneath, And winds with short turns down the precipice;

The baby Sleep is pillowed : And in its depth there is a mighty rock

Her golden tresses shade Which has from unimaginable years

The bosom's stainless pride, Sustained itself with terror and with toil

Curling like tendrils of the parasite
Over a gulf, and with the agony

Around a marble column.
With which it clings, seems slowly coming down;
Even as a wretched soul, hour after hour,

Hark! whence that rushing sound ?
Clings to the mass of life, yet clinging, leans,

'Tis like the wondrous strain And leaning, makes more dark the dread abyss

That round a lonely ruin swells, In which it fears to fall-beneath this crag,

Which, wandering on the echoing shore, Huge as despair, as if in weariness,

The enthusiast hears at evening : The melancholy mountain yawns; below

'Tis softer than the west wind's sigh ; You hear, but see not, an impetuous torrent

'Tis wilder than the unmeasured notes Raging among the caverns, and a bridge

Of that strange lyre whose strings Crosses the chasm ; and high above there grow,

The genii of the breezes sweep : With intersecting trunks, from crag to crag,

Those lines of rainbow light Cedars and yews, and pines, whose tangled hair

Are like the moonbeams when they fall Is matted in one solid roof of shade

Through some cathedral window, but the teints By the dark ivy's twine. At noonday here

Are such as may not find 'Tis twilight, and at sunset blackest night.

Comparison on earth. The Flight of the Hours in Prometheus is equally Behold the chariot of the fairy queen! vivid, and touched with a wild inimitable grace: Celestial coursers paw the unyielding air ;

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