Identifier: withshelleyinitashelrich (find matches)
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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slowWith the purple vintage strain,( 23 ) WITH SHELLEY IN ITALY Heaped upon the creaking wain.That the brutal Celt may swillDrunken sleep with savage will;And the sickle to the swordLies unchanged, though many a lord,Like a weed whose shade is poison.Overgrows this region^s foison,Sheaves of whom are ripe to comeTo destructions harvest home :Men must reap the things they sow.Force from force must ever flow.Or worse; but ^t is a bitter woeThat love or reason cannot changeThe despots rage, the slaves revenge. Padua, thou within whose wallsThose mute guests at festivals.Son and Mother, Death and Sin,Played at dice for Ezzelin,Till Death cried, I win, I win !And Sin cursed to lose the wager.But Death promised, to assuage her.That he would petition forHer to be made Vice-Emperor,Wlien the destined years were oer.Over all between the PoAnd the eastern Alpine snow.Under the mighty Austrian.Sin smiled so as Sin only can.And since that time, ay, long before,(24) 2 <=! g O ■^ ^ s
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THE YEAR 1818 Both have ruled from shore to shore.That incestuous pair^ who followTyrants as the sun the swallow,As Repentance follows Crime,And as changes follow Time. In thine halls the lamp of learning,Padua, now no more is burning;Like a meteor, whose wild wayIs lost over the grave of day.It gleams betrayed and to betray:Once remotest nations cameTo adore that sacred flame,Wlien it lit not many a hearthOn this cold and gloomy earth :Now new fires from antique lightSpring beneath the wide worlds might;But their spark lies dead in thee,Trampled out by tyranny.As the Norway woodman quells.In the depths of piny dells.One light flame among the brakes.While the boundless forest shakes.And its mighty trunks are tornBy the fire thus lowly born:The spark beneath his feet is dead,He starts to see the flames it fedHowling through the darkened skyWith a myriad tongues victoriously.And sinks down in fear: so thou,(25) WITH SHELLEY IN ITALY 0 Tyranny, beholdest nowLight around thee, and tliou h

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