Alastor, and Other Poems. Mont Blanc. Laon and Cythna (or the Revolt of Islam) Rosalind and Helen

Alastor, and Other Poems. Mont Blanc. Laon and Cythna (or the Revolt of Islam) Rosalind and Helen

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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. 1876 edition. Excerpt: ... of things, divine Equality! Wisdom and Love are but the slaves of thee, The Angels of thy sway, who pour around thee Treasures from all thecells of human thought, And from the Stars, and from the Ocean brought, And the last living heart whose beatings bound thee: . The powerful and the wise had sought Thy coming, thou in light descending O'er the wide land which is thine own Like the spring whose breath is blending All blasts of fragrance into one, Comest upon the paths of men!--1 There is no stop here in Shelley's requires one; and I have no doubt a edition; but the sense obviously full stop had dropped out. Earth bares her general bosom to thy ken, And all her children here in glory meet To feed upon thy smiles, and clasp thy sacred feet. 4. "My brethren,1 we arefree! the plains and mountains, The grey sea shore, the forests and the fountains, Are haunts of happiest dwellers;--man and woman, Their common bondage burst, may freely borrow ' From lawless love2 a solace for their sorrow; For oft we still must weep, since we are human. A stormy night's serenest morrow, Whose showers are pity's gentle tears, Whose clouds are smiles of those that die Like infants without hopes or fears, And whose beams are joys that lie In blended hearts, now holds dominion; The dawn of mind, which upwards on a pinion Borne, swift as sun-rise, far illumines space, And clasps this barren world in its own bright embrace! 5. "My brethren, we are free! the fruits are glowing Beneath the stars, and the night winds are flowing O'er the ripe corn, the birds and beasts are dreaming-Never again may blood of bird or beast Stain with its venomous stream a human feast, To the pure skies in accusation steaming.3 Avenging more

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  • Paperback | 118 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 6mm | 227g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236896653
  • 9781236896650