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301 Mrs. Shelley, transcript || omit, Mrs. Shelley, 1824, 18391,2.
317 well, come, Mrs. Shelley, 18392 || we'll come, Mrs. Shelley, transcript, 1824, 18391.
318 despite of God, Mrs. Shelley, transcript || despite of . Mrs. Shelley, 1824, spite of Mrs. Shelley, 18391.
319 We'll, Mrs. Shelley, transcript || Wil, Mrs. Shelley, 1824, 18391,2
ODE TO NAPLES
EPODE I a
I STOOD within the city disinterred ;
And heard the autumnal leaves like light footfalls Of spirits passing through the streets; and heard The Mountain's slumberous voice at intervals
Thrill through those roofless halls ; The oracular thunder penetrating shook
The listening soul in my suspended blood; I felt that Earth out of her deep heart spokeI felt, but heard not. Through white columns
The isle-sustaining Ocean-flood, A plane of light between two Heavens of azure:
Around me gleamed many a bright sepulchre Of whose pure beauty, Time, as if his pleasure Were to spare Death, had never made erasure ;
But every living lineament was clear
As in the sculptor's thought; and there The wreaths of stony myrtle, ivy and pine,
Like winter leaves o'ergrown by moulded snow, Seemed only not to move and grow
Because the crystal silence of the air Weighed on their life ; even as the Power divine, Which then lulled all things, brooded upon mine.
EPODE I a
Then gentle winds arose,
With many a mingled close Ode to Naples. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Composed at the Baths of San Giuliano, near Pisa, August 17-25.
Of wild Æolian sound and mountain odor keen;
And where the Baian ocean
Welters with air-like motion, Within, above, around its bowers of starry green, Moving the sea-flowers in those purple caves, Even as the ever stormless atmosphere
Floats o'er the Elysian realm,
No storm can overwhelm.
Of the dead kings of Melody.
Of some ethereal host;
Whilst from all the coast,
them - be they fate!
STROPHE a 1
Naked, beneath the lidless eye of heaven!
The mutinous air and seal they round thee, even
As sleep round Love, are driven! Metropolis of a ruined Paradise
Long lost, late won, and yet but half regained ! Bright Altar of the bloodless sacrifice,
Which armèd Victory offers up unstained
To Love, the flower-enchained ! Thou which wert once, and then didst cease to be, Now art, and henceforth ever shalt be, free, If Hope, and Truth, and Justice can avail,
Hail, hail, all hail!
STROPHE B 2
Which from the groaning earth
Last of the intercessors
Who 'gainst the Crowned Transgressors Pleadest before God's love! Arrayed in Wisdom's
Nor let thy high heart fail,
Hail, hail, all hail !
ANTISTROPHE a 1
What though Cimmerian anarchs dare blaspheme
Freedom and thee? thy shield is as a mirror To make their blind slaves see, and with fierce gleam To turn his hungry sword upon the wearer;
A new Actæon's error
Shall theirs have been — devoured by their own
hounds! Be thou like the imperial Basilisk, Killing thy foe with unapparent wounds!
Gaze on oppression, till, at that dread risk
Aghast, she pass from the Earth's disk;
If Hope, and Truth, and Justice may avail,
All hail !
ANTISTROPHE B 2
From Nature's inmost shrine,
O'er Ruin desolate,
O'er Falsehood's fallen state, Sit thou sublime, unawed; be the Destroyer pale !
And equal laws be thine,
And wingèd words let sail,
That wealth, surviving fate,
ANTISTROPHE a g
Didst thou not start to hear Spain's thrilling pæan
From land to land reëchoed solemnly, ,
To the cold Alps, eternal Italy
Starts to hear thine! The Sea Which paves the desert streets of Venice laughs
In light and music; widowed Genoa wan By moonlight spells ancestral epitaphs,