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His part, while the one Spirit's plastic Oblivion as they rose shrank like a thing stress

reproved. Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there

XLVI All new successions to the forms they And many more, whose names on wear;

Earth are dark Torturing th' unwilling dross that But whose transmitted effluence canchecks its flight

not die To its own likeness, as each mass So long as fire outlives the parent may bear;

spark, And bursting in its beauty and its Rose, robed in dazzling immortality. might

“ Thou art become as one of us," From trees and beasts and men into the they cry, Heaven's light.

“It was for thee yon kingless sphere

has long XLIV

Swung blind in unascended majesty, The splendours of the firmament of

Silent alone amid an Heaven of

Song. time

thy winged throne, thou May be eclipsed, but are extinguished | Assume

Vesper of our throng!” not; Like stars to their appointed height

they climb And death is a low mist which cannot Who mourns for Adonais? Oh come blot

forth The brightness it may veil. When Fond wretch! and know thyself and lofty thought

him aright. Lifts a young heart above its mortal Clasp with thy panting soul the lair,

pendulous Earth; And love and life contend in it, sor | As from a centre, dart thy spirit's what

light Shall be its earthly doom, the dead Beyond all worlds, until its spacious live there

might And move like winds of light on dark Satiate the void circumference: then and stormy air.

shrink Even to a point within our day and

night; The inheritors of unfulfilled renown

And keep thy heart light lest it make Rose from their thrones, built beyond ,

thee sink

When hope has kindled hope, and lured mortal thought, Far in the Unapparent. Chatterton

thee to the brink. Rose pale, his solemn agony had not Yet faded from him; Sidney, as he

XLVIII fought

Or go to Rome, which is the sepulchre And as he fell and as he lived and Oh! not of him, but of our joy: 'tis loved

nought Sublimely mild, a Spirit without spot, That ages, empires, and religions there Arose; and Lucan, by his death Lie buried in the ravage they have approved :




For such as he can lend,- they

LI borrow not

Hlere pause: these graves are all too Glory from those who made the world

young as yet their prey;

To have outgrown the sorrow which And he is gathered to the kings of consigned thought

Its charge to each; and if the seal is set, Who waged contention with their

Here, on one fountain of a mourning time's decay,

mind, And of the past are all that cannot pass Break it not thou ! too surely shalt away.

thou find

Thine own well full, if thou returnest XLIX

home, Go thou to Rome,- at once the of tears and gall. From the world's Paradise,

bitter wind The grave, the city, and the wilder. Seek shelter in the shadow of the

tomb. And where its wrecks like shattered | What Adonais is, why fear we to become?

mountains rise, And flowering weeds, and fragrant

LII copses dress

The One remains, the many change The bones of Desolation's nakedness

and pass ; Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall

Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's lead

shadows fly; Thy footsteps to a slope of green access

Life, like a dome of many-coloured Where, like an infant's smile, over

glass, the dead

Stains the white radiance of Eternity, A light of laughing flowers along the Until Death tramples it to fragments. grass is spread.

- Die, If thou wouldst be with that which

thou dost seek ! And gray walls moulder round, on

Follow where all is fed !-Rome's which dull Time

azure sky, Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary

Flowers, ruins, statues, music, words,

are weak And one keen pyramid with wedge

| The glory they transsuse with fitting sublime,

truth to speak. Pavilioning the dust of him who planned

LII This refuge for his memory, doth Why linger, why turn back, why stand

shrink, my Heart ? Like Aame transformed to marble; Thy hopes are gone before : from all and beneath,

things here A field is spread, on which a newer They have departed; thou shouldst band

now depart ! Have pitched in Heaven's smile their A light is past from the revolving camp of death

year, Welcoming him we lose with scarce And man, and woman; and what extinguished breath.

still is dear

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Attracts to crush, repels to make thee! CANCELLED PASSAGES OF

ADONAIS The soft sky smiles,-the low wind

PASSAGES OF THE PREFACE whispers near ; 'Tis Adonais calls ! oli, hasten thither, ... the expression of my indignation No more let Life divide what Death can and sympathy. I will allow myself a first join together.

and last word on the subject of calumnya it relates to me. As an author I have

dared and invited censure. If I under. LIV

stand myself, I have written neither for That Light whose smile kindles the profit nor for fame. I have employed my Universe,

poetical compositions and publications That Beauty in which all things work

simply as the instruments of that sympathy

between myself and others which the and move,

ardent and unbounded love I cherished That Benediction which the eclipsing |

for my kind incited me to acquire. I Curse

expected all sorts of stupidity and insolent or birth can quench not, that sustain

sustain contempt from those ... ing Love

... These compositions (excepting Which through the web of being the tragedy of the “Cenci," which was blindly wove

written rather to try my powers than to By man and beast and earth and air / unburthen my full heart) are insufficiently and sea,

... commendation than perhaps they de Burns bright or dim, as each are

serve, even from their bitterest enemies ; mirrors of

but they have not attained any correspondThe fire for which all thirst ; now

ing popularity. As a man, I shrink from

notice and regard ; the ebb and flow of beams on me,

the world vexes me; I desire to be left Consuming the last clouds of cold

in peace. Persecution, contumely, and mortality.

calumny, have been heaped upon me in

profuse measure ; and domestic conspiracy LV

and legal oppression have violated in my The breath whose might I have

person the most sacred rights of nature

and humanity. The bigot will say it was invoked in song

the recompense of my errors ; the man of Descends on me; my spirit's bark is

the world will call it the result of my imdriven,

prudence; but never upon one head ... Far from the shore, far from the ... Reviewers, with some rare exceptrembling throng

tions, are a most stupid and malignant Whose sails were never to the tempest race. As a bankrupt thief turns thieftaker given ;

in despair, so an unsuccessful author turns The massy earth and sphered skies critic. But a young spirit panting for are riven !

fame, doubtful of its powers, and certain I am borne darkly, fearsully, afar ;

only of its aspirations, is ill qualified to Whilst burning through the inmost

assign its true value to the sneer of this

world. He knows not that such stuff a: veil of Heaven,

this is of the abortive and monstrous birth The soul of Adonais, like a star,

which time consumes as fast as it produces. Beacons from the abode where the

He sees the truth and falsehood, the merit: Eternal are.

and demerits, of his case inextricably en tangled ... No personal offence shoul have drawn from me this public commen | upon such stuff ...

but ...

... The offence of this poor victim seems His hymns, and echoing them from to have consisted solely in his intimacy steep to steep, with Leigh Hunt, Mr. Hazlitt, and some Keptother enemies of despotism and superstition. My friend Hunt has a very hard

And then came one of sweet and skull to crack, and will take a deal of kill

earnest looks, ing. I do not know much of Mr. Hazlitt,

Whose soft smiles to his dark and ... I knew personally but little of Keats ; |

night-like eyes but on the news of his situation I wrote

Were as the clear and ever - living to him, suggesting the propriety of trying

brooks the Italian climate, and inviting him to

Are to the obscure fountains whence join me. Unfortunately he did not allow

they rise, me ...

Showing how pure theyare : a Paradise
Of happy truth upon his forehead low
Lay, making wisdom lovely, in the


of earth-awakening morn upon the And ever as he went he swept a lyre of star-deserted heaven, while ocean

brow Of unaccustomed shape, and

gleams below. strings Now like the

of impetuous IIis song, though very sweet, was fire,

low and saint, Which shakes the forest with its mur

A simple strain murings, Now like the rush of the aerial wings

A mighty Phantasm, half Of the enamoured wind among the

concealed treen,

In darkness of his own exceeding Whispering unimaginable things,

light, And dying on the streams of dew

Which clothed bis awful presence serene,

unrevealed, Which seed the unmown meads with

Charioted on the

night ever-during green.

Of thunder-smoke, whose skirts were

chrysolite. And the green Paradise which western waves

And like a sudden meteor, which Embosom in their ever-wailing sweep, outstrips Talking of freedom to their tongue. The splendour-winged chariot of the less caves,

sun, Or to the spirits which within them

eclipse keep

The armies of the golden stars, cach A record of the wrongs which, though

one they sleep,

Pavilioned in its tent of light-all Die not, but dream of retribution, strewn heard

Over the chasms of blue night



portion of the cause of civilisation and HELLAS

social improvement. A LYRICAL DRAMA

The drama (if drama it must be called) is, however, so inartificial that I doute

whether, if recited on the Thespian wagson MANTIS 'EIM’’EYAN 'AINNON

to an Athenian village at the Dionyszca, (Edip. COLON.

it would have obtained the prize of tbe

goat. I shall bear with equaninuty any HIS EXCELLENCY

punishment, greater than the loss of such PRINCE ALEXANDER MAVROCORDATO a reward which the Aristarchi of the bour LATE SECRETARY FOR FOREIGN AFFAIRS may think fit to inflict. TO THE HOSPODAR OF WALLACHIA

The only goat-song which I have yet THE DRAMA OF HELLAS

attempted has, I confess, in spite of the IS INSCRIBED

unfavourable nature of the subject, reAS AN IMPERFECT TOKEN

ceived a greater and a more valuable OF THE

portion of applause than I expected or ADMIRATION, SYMPATHY, AND FRIENDSHIP than it deserved.

Common fame is the only authonty THE AUTHOR. which I can allege for the details wbich Pisa, November 1st 1821.

form the basis of the poem, and I must trespass upon the forgiveness of my readers

for the display of newspaper erudition to PREFACE

which I have been reduced. Undoubtedly.

until the conclusion of the war, it will be The poem of Hellas, written at the sug- impossible to obtain an account of it suthgestion of the events of the moment, is a ciently authentic for historical materials: mere improvise, and derives its interest but poets have their privilege, and it is (should it be found to possess any) solely unquestionable that actions of the most from the intense sympathy which the exalted courage have been performed by Author feels with the cause he would cele- the Greeks- that they have gained more brate.

than one naval victory, and that their The subject, in its present state, is in-defeat in Wallachia was signalised by susceptible of being treated otherwise than circumstances of heroism more glorious lyrically, and if I have called this poem a even than victory. drama from the circumstance of its being 'The apathy of the rulers of the civilised composed in dialogue, the licence is not world to the astonishing circumstance of greater than that which has been assumed the descendants of that nation to wbich by other poets who have called their pro- they owe their civilisation, rising as it ductions epics, only because they have been were from the ashes of their ruin, is somedivided into twelve or twenty-four books. thing perfectly inexplicable to a mere

The Perse of Eschylus afforded me spectator of the shows of this mortal scene. the first model of my conception, although We are all Greeks. Our laws, our litera. the decision of the glorious contest now ture, our religion, our arts have their root waging in Greece being yet suspended in Greece. But for Greece - Rome, the forbids a catastrophe parallel to the instructor, the conqueror, or the metro. return of Xerxes and the desolation of the polis of our ancestors, would have spread Persians. I have, therefore, contented no illumination with her arms, and we myself with exhibiting a series of lyric might still have been savages and idolapictures, and with having wrought upon ters; or, what is worse, might have the curtain of futurity, which falls upon arrived at such a stagnant and miserable the unfinished scene, such figures of indis- state of social institution as China and tinct and visionary delineation as suggest Japan possess. the final triumph of the Greek cause as a The human form and the human mind

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