Forever hungering flocked around; From Spain had Satan sought their food, 'Twas human woe and human blood! XXVII Hark! the earthquake's crash I hear,Kings turn pale, and Conquerors start, Ruffians tremble in their fear, For their Satan doth depart. XXVIII This day fiends give to revelry XXIX But were the Devil's sight as keen XXX For the sons of Reason see That, ere fate consume the Pole, The false Tyrant's cheek shall be, Bloodless as his coward soul. FRAGMENT OF A SONNET: FAREWELL TO NORTH DEVON Where man's profane and tainting hand mountain piles That load in grandeur Cambria's emerald vales. ON LEAVING LONDON FOR WALES HAIL to thee, Cambria! for the unfettered wind Which from thy wilds even now methinks I feel, Chasing the clouds that roll in wrath behind, And tightening the soul's laxest nerves to steel; True mountain Liberty alone may heal The pain which Custom's obduracies bring, And he who dares in fancy even to steal One draught from Snowdon's ever sacred spring Blots out the unholiest rede of worldly witnessing. And shall that soul, to selfish peace resigned, Fragments of a Sonnet: Farewell to North Devon. Published by Dowden, Life of Shelley, 1887, dated August, 1812. On leaving London for Wales: A Fragment. Published by Dowden, Life of Shelley, 1887, dated November, 1812. Does this fine mass of human passion dare Or life's sweet load in quietude to bear No, Cambria! never may thy matchless vales A heart so false to hope and virtue shield; Nor ever may thy spirit-breathing gales Waft freshness to the slaves who dare to yield. For me! . . . the weapon that I burn to wield I seek amid thy rocks to ruin hurled, That Reason's flag may over Freedom's field, Symbol of bloodless victory, wave unfurled, A meteor-sign of love effulgent o'er the world. Do thou, wild Cambria, calm each struggling thought; Cast thy sweet veil of rocks and woods between, Let Misery linger speechless, pale and lean ; poor, Let me not madly stain their righteous cause in gore. THE WANDERING JEW'S SOLILOQUY Is it the Eternal Triune, is it He Who dares arrest the wheels of destiny And plunge me in the lowest Hell of Hells? No-let me hie where dark Destruction dwells, Tyrant of Earth! pale misery's jackal thou! Upon the leagued Assyrian's attempt? Where the dark Earthquake demon who ingorged Our primal parents from their bower of bliss The Wandering Jew's Soliloquy. Published by Dobell, 1887. |