Author : Percy Bysshe Shelley
Publisher : Theclassics.Us
Page : 80 pages
File Size : 42,24 MB
Release : 2013-09
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ISBN : 9781230210582
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1892 edition. Excerpt: ... The Serchio, twisting forth Between the marble barriers which it clove At Ripafratta, leads through the dread chasm The wave that died the death which lovers love, Living in what it sought; as if this spasm Had not yet passed, the toppling mountains cling, But the clear stream in full enthusiasm Pours itself on the plain, then wandering, Down one clear path of effluence crystalline Sends its superfluous waves, that they may fling At Arno's feet tribute of corn and wine; Then, through the pestilential deserts wild Of tangled marsh and woods of stunted pine, It rushes to the Ocean. THE ZUCCA I Summer was dead and Autumn was expiring, And infant Winter laughed upon the land All cloudlessly and cold; when I, desiring More in this world than any understand, Wept o'er the beauty, which, like sea retiring, Had left the earth bare as the wave-worn sand Of my lorn heart, and o'er the grass and flowers Pale for the falsehood of the flattering hours. 112 then, Boscombe MS. unitf, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. 114 superfluous, Boscombe MS. clear, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. 117 pine, Boscombe MS. iljfr, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. The Zucca. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824, and dated, Jannary, 1822. i. 7 lorn, Boscombe MS. poor, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. II Summer was dead, but I yet lived to weep The instability of all but weeping; And on the earth lulled in her winter sleep I woke, and envied her as she was sleeping. Too happy Earth! over thy face shall creep The wakening vernal airs, until thou, leaping From unremembered dreams shalt see No death divide thy immortality. in I loved -- oh, no, I mean not one of ye, Or any earthly one, though ye are dear As human heart to human heart may be; I loved I know not what -- but this low sphere, And all that it contains, ...