"THE DAY BECOMES MORE SOLEMN AND SERENE WHEN NOON IS PAST. THERE IS A HARMONY-(SHELLEY) 66 404 MEMORIES THAT MAKE THE HEART A TOMB,-(PERCY B. SHELLEY) PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. Of music so delicate, soft, and intense, It was felt like an odour within the sense; And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest, And the wand-like lily, which lifted up, Gazed through the clear dew on the tender sky; And the jessamine faint, and the sweet tuberose, And on the stream whose inconstant bosom Broad water-lilies lay tremulously, And around them the soft stream did glide and dance And the sinuous paths of lawn and moss, * A nymph attendant upon Bacchus. "And we, poor maid, most goddess-like prankt up." SHAKESPEARE. REGRETS WHICH GLIDE THROUGH THE SPIRIT'S GLOOM."-shelley. IN AUTUMN, AND A LUSTRE IN ITS SKY, WHICH THROUGH THE SUMMER IS NOT HEARD NOR SEEN."-SHELLEY. "POESY'S UNFAILING RIVER, WHICH THROUGH ALBION WINDS FOR EVER, (SHELLEY) "MANY A GREEN ISLE NEEDS MUST BE (SHELLEY) A GARDEN. LASHING WITH MELODIOUS WAVE MANY A SACRED POET'S GRAVE."-PERCY B. SHELLEY. ["Broad water-lilies lay tremulously."] Were all paved with daisies and delicate bells, And flowerets, which, drooping as day drooped too, And from this undefiled paradise The flowers (as an infant's awakening eyes When Heaven's blithe winds had unfolded them, [From "The Sensitive Plant," Part i., written in 1820.] IN THE DEEP WIDE SEA OF MISERY."-SHELLEY. 405 SEE, THE MOUNTAINS KISS HIGH HEAVEN,-(SHELLEY) PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. THE PAST. ILT thou forget the happy hours Heaping over their corpses bold Blossoms, which were the joys that fell, Forget the dead, the past? Oh yet There are ghosts that may take revenge for it; That joy, once lost, is pain. [From Shelley's "Miscellaneous Poems."] "AND THE SUNLIGHT CLASPS THE EARTH, AND THE MOONBEAMS KISS THE SEA."-SHELLEY. "ALL THINGS, BY A LAW DIVINE, IN ONE ANOTHER'S BEING MINGLE."-PERCY B. SHELLEY. LOVE'S DEVOTION. NF word is too often profaned One feeling too falsely disdained One hope is too like despair I can give not what men call love, And the Heavens reject not? AND THE WAVES CLASP ONE ANOTHER."-SHELLEY. |