Ah! I am mocked! They jeer me in my ills. CHORUS Not there! he is a little there beyond you. CYCLOPS Detested wretch! where are you? ULYSSES Far from you I keep with care this body of Ulysses. CYCLOPS What do you say? You proffer a new name. ULYSSES My father named me so; and I have taken I should have done ill to have burned down Troy CYCLOPS Ai! ai! the ancient oracle is accomplished; I bid thee weep ULYSSES consider what I say ; I go towards the shore to drive my ship CYCLOPS Not so, if, whelming you with this huge stone, CHORUS And we, the shipmates of Ulysses now, EPIGRAMS FROM THE GREEK I SPIRIT OF PLATO EAGLE! why soarest thou above that tomb? I am the image of swift Plato's spirit, II CIRCUMSTANCE A MAN who was about to hang himself, The halter found, and used it. So is Hope Spirit of Plato. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18391. 5 doth, Boscombe MS. || does, Mrs. Shelley, 18391. Circumstance. Published, without title, by Mrs. Shelley, 18391. III TO STELLA FROM PLATO THOU wert the morning star among the living, Ere thy fair light had fled; Now, having died, thou art as Hesperus, giving New splendor to the dead. IV KISSING HELENA FROM PLATO KISSING Helena, together With my kiss, my soul beside it FROM MOSCHUS I Τὰν ἅλα τὰν γλαυκὰν ὅταν ἄνεμος ἀτρέμα βάλλῃ WHEN winds that move not its calm surface sweep The azure sea, I love the land no more; To Stella. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18391. Kissing Helena. Published without title, by Mrs. Shelley, 18391. From Moschus. Published with Alastor, 1816. The smiles of the serene and tranquil deep sea, Whose prey the wandering fish, an evil lot Has chosen. But I my languid limbs will fling Beneath the plane, where the brook's murmuring Moves the calm spirit, but disturbs it not. II PAN, ECHO, AND THE SATYR PAN loved his neighbor Echo, but that child As Pan loved Echo, Echo loved the Satyr, The Satyr, Lyda; and so love consumed them. And thus to each - which was a woful matter To bear what they inflicted Justice doomed them; Pan, Echo, and the Satyr. Published, without title, by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. 3 Who loved, with wasting madness wandering wild, Hunt MS. cancelled. 4 bright fair, Hunt MS. cancelled. 6 so, Hunt MS., Forman || thus, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. |