The Minor Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley (Paperback)

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. 1846 edition. Excerpt: ...track of deer on desert Labrador; Whilst the wolf, from which they fled amazed, " Leaves his stamp visibly upon the shore, Until the second bursts;--so on my sight Burst a new vision, never seen before, " And the fair shape waned in the coming light, As veil by veil the silent splendour drops From Lucifer, amid the chrysolite " Of sun-rise, ere it tinge the mountain tops; And as the presence of that fairest planet, Although unseen, is felt by one who hopes " That his day's path may end, as he began it, In that star's smile, whose light is like the scent Of a jonquil when evening breezes fan it, " Or the soft note in which his dear lament The Brescian shepherd breathes, or the caress That turned his weary slumber to content; " So knew I in that light's severe excess The presence of that shape which on the stream Moved, as I moved along the wilderness, " More dimly than a day-appearing dream, The ghost of a forgotten form of sleep; A light of heaven, whose half-extinguished beam " Through the sick day in which we wake to weep, Glimmers, for ever sought, for ever lost; So did that shape its obscure tenour keep " Beside my path, as silent as a ghost; But the new Vision, and the cold bright car, With solemn speed and stunning music, crost " The forest, and as if from some dread war Triumphantly returning, the loud million Fiercely extolled the fortune of her star. " A moving arch of victory, the vermilion And green and azure plumes of Iris had Built high over her wind-winged pavilion, The favourite song, "Stanco di pascolar le pecorelle," is a Brescian national air. a And underneath ethereal glory clad The wilderness, and far before her flew The tempest of the splendour, which...