The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,285 pages of information about The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Complete.

The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,285 pages of information about The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Complete.

Returning from its daily quest, my Spirit
Changed thoughts and vile in thee doth weep to find: 
It grieves me that thy mild and gentle mind
Those ample virtues which it did inherit
Has lost.  Once thou didst loathe the multitude 5
Of blind and madding men—­I then loved thee—­
I loved thy lofty songs and that sweet mood
When thou wert faithful to thyself and me
I dare not now through thy degraded state
Own the delight thy strains inspire—­in vain
10
I seek what once thou wert—­we cannot meet
And we were wont.  Again and yet again
Ponder my words:  so the false Spirit shall fly
And leave to thee thy true integrity.

***

SCENES FROM THE MAGICO PRODIGIOSO.

FROM THE SPANISH OF CALDERON.

[Published by Mrs. Shelley, “Posthumous Poems”, 1824; dated March, 1822.  There is a transcript of Scene 1 among the Hunt manuscripts, which has been collated by Mr. Buxton Forman.]

SCENE 1: 

ENTER CYPRIAN, DRESSED AS A STUDENT;
CLARIN AND MOSCON AS POOR SCHOLARS, WITH BOOKS.

CYPRIAN: 
In the sweet solitude of this calm place,
This intricate wild wilderness of trees
And flowers and undergrowth of odorous plants,
Leave me; the books you brought out of the house
To me are ever best society. 5
And while with glorious festival and song,
Antioch now celebrates the consecration
Of a proud temple to great Jupiter,
And bears his image in loud jubilee
To its new shrine, I would consume what still
10
Lives of the dying day in studious thought,
Far from the throng and turmoil.  You, my friends,
Go, and enjoy the festival; it will
Be worth your pains.  You may return for me
When the sun seeks its grave among the billows 15
Which, among dim gray clouds on the horizon,
Dance like white plumes upon a hearse;—­ and here
I shall expect you.

NOTES: 
14 So transcr.; Be worth the labour, and return for me 1824.
16, 17 So 1824;
Hid among dim gray clouds on the horizon
Which dance like plumes—­transcr., Forman.

MOSCON: 
I cannot bring my mind,
Great as my haste to see the festival
Certainly is, to leave you, Sir, without 20
Just saying some three or four thousand words. 
How is it possible that on a day
Of such festivity, you can be content
To come forth to a solitary country
With three or four old books, and turn your back
25
On all this mirth?

NOTES:  21 thousand transcr.; hundred 1824. 23 be content transcr.; bring your mind 1824.

CLARIN: 
My master’s in the right;
There is not anything more tiresome
Than a procession day, with troops, and priests,
And dances, and all that.

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