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Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

The Triumph of Life


              1Swift as a spirit hastening to his task
              2Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth
              3Rejoicing in his splendour, & the mask
              4Of darkness fell from the awakened Earth.
              5The smokeless altars of the mountain snows
              6Flamed above crimson clouds, & at the birth
              7Of light, the Ocean's orison arose
              8To which the birds tempered their matin lay,
              9All flowers in field or forest which unclose
            10Their trembling eyelids to the kiss of day,
            11Swinging their censers in the element,
            12With orient incense lit by the new ray
            13Burned slow & inconsumably, & sent
            14Their odorous sighs up to the smiling air,
            15And in succession due, did Continent,
            16Isle, Ocean, & all things that in them wear
            17The form & character of mortal mould
            18Rise as the Sun their father rose, to bear
            19Their portion of the toil which he of old
            20Took as his own & then imposed on them;
            21But I, whom thoughts which must remain untold
            22Had kept as wakeful as the stars that gem
            23The cone of night, now they were laid asleep,
            24Stretched my faint limbs beneath the hoary stem
            25Which an old chestnut flung athwart the steep
            26Of a green Apennine: before me fled
            27The night; behind me rose the day; the Deep
            28Was at my feet, & Heaven above my head
            29When a strange trance over my fancy grew
            30Which was not slumber, for the shade it spread
            31Was so transparent that the scene came through
            32As clear as when a veil of light is drawn
            33O'er evening hills they glimmer; and I knew
            34That I had felt the freshness of that dawn,
            35Bathed in the same cold dew my brow & hair
            36And sate as thus upon that slope of lawn
            37Under the self same bough, & heard as there
            38The birds, the fountains & the Ocean hold
            39Sweet talk in music through the enamoured air.
            40And then a Vision on my brain was rolled.

            41As in that trance of wondrous thought I lay
            42This was the tenour of my waking dream.
            43Methought I sate beside a public way
            44Thick strewn with summer dust, & a great stream
            45Of people there was hurrying to & fro
            46Numerous as gnats upon the evening gleam,
            47All hastening onward, yet none seemed to know
            48Whither he went, or whence he came, or why
            49He made one of the multitude, yet so
            50Was borne amid the crowd as through the sky
            51One of the million leaves of summer's bier.--
            52Old age & youth, manhood & infancy,
            53Mixed in one mighty torrent did appear,
            54Some flying from the thing they feared & some
            55Seeking the object of another's fear,
            56And others as with steps towards the tomb
            57Pored on the trodden worms that crawled beneath,
            58And others mournfully within the gloom
            59Of their own shadow walked, and called it death ...
            60And some fled from it as it were a ghost,
            61Half fainting in the affliction of vain breath.
            62But more with motions which each other crost
            63Pursued or shunned the shadows the clouds threw
            64Or birds within the noonday ether lost,
            65Upon that path where flowers never grew;
            66And weary with vain toil & faint for thirst
            67Heard not the fountains whose melodious dew
            68Out of their mossy cells forever burst
            69Nor felt the breeze which from the forest told
            70Of grassy paths, & wood lawns interspersed
            71With overarching elms & caverns cold,
            72And violet banks where sweet dreams brood, but they
            73Pursued their serious folly as of old ....
            74And as I gazed methought that in the way
            75The throng grew wilder, as the woods of June
            76When the South wind shakes the extinguished day.--
            77And a cold glare, intenser than the noon
            78But icy cold, obscured with [[blank]] light
            79The Sun as he the stars. Like the young moon
            80When on the sunlit limits of the night
            81Her white shell trembles amid crimson air
            82And whilst the sleeping tempest gathers might
            83Doth, as a herald of its coming, bear
            84The ghost of her dead Mother, whose dim form
            85Bends in dark ether from her infant's chair,
            86So came a chariot on the silent storm
            87Of its own rushing splendour, and a Shape
            88So sate within as one whom years deform
            89Beneath a dusky hood & double cape
            90Crouching within the shadow of a tomb,
            91And o'er what seemed the head, a cloud like crape,
            92Was bent a dun & faint etherial gloom
            93Tempering the light; upon the chariot's beam
            94A Janus-visaged Shadow did assume
            95The guidance of that wonder-winged team.
            96The Shapes which drew it in thick lightnings
            97Were lost: I heard alone on the air's soft stream
            98The music of their ever moving wings.
            99All the four faces of that charioteer
          100Had their eyes banded . . . little profit brings
          101Speed in the van & blindness in the rear,
          102Nor then avail the beams that quench the Sun
          103Or that his banded eyes could pierce the sphere
          104Of all that is, has been, or will be done.--
          105So ill was the car guided, but it past
          106With solemn speed majestically on . . .
          107The crowd gave way, & I arose aghast,
          108Or seemed to rise, so mighty was the trance,
          109And saw like clouds upon the thunder blast
          110The million with fierce song and maniac dance
          111Raging around; such seemed the jubilee
          112As when to greet some conqueror's advance
          113Imperial Rome poured forth her living sea
          114From senatehouse & prison & theatre
          115When Freedom left those who upon the free
          116Had bound a yoke which soon they stooped to bear.
          117Nor wanted here the true similitude
          118Of a triumphal pageant, for where'er
          119The chariot rolled a captive multitude
          120Was driven; althose who had grown old in power
          121Or misery,--all who have their age subdued,
          122By action or by suffering, and whose hour
          123Was drained to its last sand in weal or woe,
          124So that the trunk survived both fruit & flower;
          125All those whose fame or infamy must grow
          126Till the great winter lay the form & name
          127Of their own earth with them forever low,
          128All but the sacred few who could not tame
          129Their spirits to the Conqueror, but as soon
          130As they had touched the world with living flame
          131Fled back like eagles to their native noon,
          132Of those who put aside the diadem
          133Of earthly thrones or gems, till the last one
          134Were there;--for they of Athens & Jerusalem
          135Were neither mid the mighty captives seen
          136Nor mid the ribald crowd that followed them
          137Or fled before . . Now swift, fierce & obscene
          138The wild dance maddens in the van, & those
          139Who lead it, fleet as shadows on the green,
          140Outspeed the chariot & without repose
          141Mix with each other in tempestuous measure
          142To savage music .... Wilder as it grows,
          143They, tortured by the agonizing pleasure,
          144Convulsed & on the rapid whirlwinds spun
          145Of that fierce spirit, whose unholy leisure
          146Was soothed by mischief since the world begun,
          147Throw back their heads & loose their streaming hair,
          148And in their dance round her who dims the Sun
          149Maidens & youths fling their wild arms in air
          150As their feet twinkle; they recede, and now
          151Bending within each other's atmosphere
          152Kindle invisibly; and as they glow
          153Like moths by light attracted & repelled,
          154Oft to new bright destruction come & go.
          155Till like two clouds into one vale impelled
          156That shake the mountains when their lightnings mingle
          157And die in rain,--the fiery band which held
          158Their natures, snaps . . . ere the shock cease to tingle
          159One falls and then another in the path
          160Senseless, nor is the desolation single,
          161Yet ere I can say where the chariot hath
          162Past over them; nor other trace I find
          163But as of foam after the Ocean's wrath
          164Is spent upon the desert shore.--Behind,
          165Old men, and women foully disarrayed
          166Shake their grey hair in the insulting wind,
          167Limp in the dance & strain, with limbs decayed,
          168Seeking to reach the light which leaves them still
          169Farther behind & deeper in the shade.
          170But not the less with impotence of will
          171They wheel, though ghastly shadows interpose
          172Round them & round each other, and fulfill
          173Their work and to the dust whence they arose
          174Sink & corruption veils them as they lie
          175And frost in these performs what fire in those.
          176Struck to the heart by this sad pageantry,
          177Half to myself I said, "And what is this?
          178Whose shape is that within the car? & why"-
          179I would have added--"is all here amiss?"
          180But a voice answered . . "Life" . . . I turned & knew
          181(O Heaven have mercy on such wretchedness!)
          182That what I thought was an old root which grew
          183To strange distortion out of the hill side
          184Was indeed one of that deluded crew,
          185And that the grass which methought hung so wide
          186And white, was but his thin discoloured hair,
          187And that the holes it vainly sought to hide
          188Were or had been eyes.--"lf thou canst forbear
          189To join the dance, which I had well forborne,"
          190Said the grim Feature, of my thought aware,
          191"I will now tell that which to this deep scorn
          192Led me & my companions, and relate
          193The progress of the pageant since the morn;
          194"If thirst of knowledge doth not thus abate,
          195Follow it even to the night, but I
          196Am weary" . . . Then like one who with the weight
          197Of his own words is staggered, wearily
          198He paused, and ere he could resume, I cried,
          199"First who art thou?" . . . "Before thy memory
          200"I feared, loved, hated, suffered, did, & died,
          201And if the spark with which Heaven lit my spirit
          202Earth had with purer nutriment supplied
          203"Corruption would not now thus much inherit
          204Of what was once Rousseau--nor this disguise
          205Stained that within which still disdains to wear it.--
          206"If I have been extinguished, yet there rise
          207A thousand beacons from the spark I bore."--
          208"And who are those chained to the car?" "The Wise,
          209"The great, the unforgotten: they who wore
          210Mitres & helms & crowns, or wreathes of light,
          211Signs of thought's empire over thought; their lore
          212"Taught them not this--to know themselves; their might
          213Could not repress the mutiny within,
          214And for the morn of truth they feigned, deep night
          215"Caught them ere evening." "Who is he with chin
          216Upon his breast and hands crost on his chain?"
          217"The Child of a fierce hour; he sought to win
          218"The world, and lost all it did contain
          219Of greatness, in its hope destroyed; & more
          220Of fame & peace than Virtue's self can gain
          221"Without the opportunity which bore
          222Him on its eagle's pinion to the peak
          223From which a thousand climbers have before
          224"Fall'n as Napoleon fell."--I felt my cheek
          225Alter to see the great form pass away
          226Whose grasp had left the giant world so weak
          227That every pigmy kicked it as it lay--
          228And much I grieved to think how power & will
          229In opposition rule our mortal day--
          230And why God made irreconcilable
          231Good & the means of good; and for despair
          232I half disdained mine eye's desire to fill
          233With the spent vision of the times that were
          234And scarce have ceased to be . . . "Dost thou behold,"
          235Said then my guide, "those spoilers spoiled, Voltaire,
          236"Frederic, & Kant, Catherine, & Leopold,
          237Chained hoary anarch, demagogue & sage
          238Whose name the fresh world thinks already old--
          239"For in the battle Life & they did wage
          240She remained conqueror--I was overcome
          241By my own heart alone, which neither age
          242"Nor tears nor infamy nor now the tomb
          243Could temper to its object."--"Let them pass"--
          244I cried--"the world & its mysterious doom
          245"Is not so much more glorious than it was
          246That I desire to worship those who drew
          247New figures on its false & fragile glass
          248"As the old faded."--"Figures ever new
          249Rise on the bubble, paint them how you may;
          250We have but thrown, as those before us threw,
          251"Our shadows on it as it past away.
          252But mark, how chained to the triumphal chair
          253The mighty phantoms of an elder day--
          254"All that is mortal of great Plato there
          255Expiates the joy & woe his master knew not;
          256That star that ruled his doom was far too fair--
          257"And Life, where long that flower of Heaven grew not,
          258Conquered the heart by love which gold or pain
          259Or age or sloth or slavery could subdue not--
          260"And near [[blank]] walk the [[blank]] twain,
          261The tutor & his pupil, whom Dominion
          262Followed as tame as vulture in a chain.--
          263"The world was darkened beneath either pinion
          264Of him whom from the flock of conquerors
          265Fame singled as her thunderbearing minion;
          266"The other long outlived both woes & wars,
          267Throned in new thoughts of men, and still had kept
          268The jealous keys of truth's eternal doors
          269"If Bacon's spirit [[blank]] had not leapt
          270Like lightning out of darkness; he compelled
          271The Proteus shape of Nature's as it slept
          272"To wake & to unbar the caves that held
          273The treasure of the secrets of its reign--
          274See the great bards of old who inly quelled
          275"The passions which they sung, as by their strain
          276May well be known: their living melody
          277Tempers its own contagion to the vein
          278"Of those who are infected with it--I
          279Have suffered what I wrote, or viler pain!--
          280"And so my words were seeds of misery--
          281Even as the deeds of others."--"Not as theirs,"
          282I said--he pointed to a company
          283In which I recognized amid the heirs
          284Of Caesar's crime from him to Constantine,
          285The Anarchs old whose force & murderous snares
          286Had founded many a sceptre bearing line
          287And spread the plague of blood & gold abroad,
          288And Gregory & John and men divine
          289Who rose like shadows between Man & god
          290Till that eclipse, still hanging under Heaven,
          291Was worshipped by the world o'er which they strode
          292For the true Sun it quenched.--"Their power was given
          293But to destroy," replied the leader--"I
          294Am one of those who have created, even
          295"If it be but a world of agony."--
          296"Whence camest thou & whither goest thou?
          297How did thy course begin," I said, "& why?
          298"Mine eyes are sick of this perpetual flow
          299Of people, & my heart of one sad thought.--
          300Speak."--"Whence I came, partly I seem to know,
          301"And how & by what paths I have been brought
          302To this dread pass, methinks even thou mayst guess;
          303Why this should be my mind can compass not;
          304"Whither the conqueror hurries me still less.
          305But follow thou, & from spectator turn
          306Actor or victim in this wretchedness,
          307"And what thou wouldst be taught I then may learn
          308From thee.--Now listen . . . In the April prime
          309When all the forest tops began to burn
          310"With kindling green, touched by the azure clime
          311Of the young year, I found myself asleep
          312Under a mountain which from unknown time
          313"Had yawned into a cavern high & deep,
          314And from it came a gentle rivulet
          315Whose water like clear air in its calm sweep
          316"Bent the soft grass & kept for ever wet
          317The stems of the sweet flowers, and filled the grove
          318With sound which all who hear must needs forget
          319"All pleasure & all pain, all hate & love,
          320Which they had known before that hour of rest:
          321A sleeping mother then would dream not of
          322"The only child who died upon her breast
          323At eventide, a king would mourn no more
          324The crown of which his brow was dispossest
          325"When the sun lingered o'er the Ocean floor
          326To gild his rival's new prosperity.--
          327Thou wouldst forget thus vainly to deplore
          328"Ills, which if ills, can find no cure from thee,
          329The thought of which no other sleep will quell
          330Nor other music blot from memory--
          331"So sweet & deep is the oblivious spell.--
          332Whether my life had been before that sleep
          333The Heaven which I imagine, or a Hell
          334"Like this harsh world in which I wake to weep,
          335I know not. I arose & for a space
          336The scene of woods & waters seemed to keep,
          337"Though it was now broad day, a gentle trace
          338Of light diviner than the common Sun
          339Sheds on the common Earth, but all the place
          340"Was filled with many sounds woven into one
          341Oblivious melody, confusing sense
          342Amid the gliding waves & shadows dun;
          343"And as I looked the bright omnipresence
          344Of morning through the orient cavern flowed,
          345And the Sun's image radiantly intense
          346"Burned on the waters of the well that glowed
          347Like gold, and threaded all the forest maze
          348With winding paths of emerald fire--there stood
          349"Amid the sun, as he amid the blaze
          350Of his own glory, on the vibrating
          351Floor of the fountain, paved with flashing rays,
          352"A shape all light, which with one hand did fling
          353Dew on the earth, as if she were the Dawn
          354Whose invisible rain forever seemed to sing
          355"A silver music on the mossy lawn,
          356And still before her on the dusky grass
          357Iris her many coloured scarf had drawn.--
          358"In her right hand she bore a crystal glass
          359Mantling with bright Nepenthe;--the fierce splendour
          360Fell from her as she moved under the mass
          361"Of the deep cavern, & with palms so tender
          362Their tread broke not the mirror of its billow,
          363Glided along the river, and did bend her
          364"Head under the dark boughs, till like a willow
          365Her fair hair swept the bosom of the stream
          366That whispered with delight to be their pillow.--
          367"As one enamoured is upborne in dream
          368O'er lily-paven lakes mid silver mist
          369To wondrous music, so this shape might seem
          370"Partly to tread the waves with feet which kist
          371The dancing foam, partly to glide along
          372The airs that roughened the moist amethyst,
          373"Or the slant morning beams that fell among
          374The trees, or the soft shadows of the trees;
          375And her feet ever to the ceaseless song
          376"Of leaves & winds & waves & birds & bees
          377And falling drops moved in a measure new
          378Yet sweet, as on the summer evening breeze
          379"Up from the lake a shape of golden dew
          380Between two rocks, athwart the rising moon,
          381Moves up the east, where eagle never flew.--
          382"And still her feet, no less than the sweet tune
          383To which they moved, seemed as they moved, to blot
          384The thoughts of him who gazed on them, & soon
          385"All that was seemed as if it had been not,
          386As if the gazer's mind was strewn beneath
          387Her feet like embers, & she, thought by thought,
          388"Trampled its fires into the dust of death,
          389As Day upon the threshold of the east
          390Treads out the lamps of night, until the breath
          391"Of darkness reillumines even the least
          392Of heaven's living eyes--like day she came,
          393Making the night a dream; and ere she ceased
          394"To move, as one between desire and shame
          395Suspended, I said--'If, as it doth seem,
          396Thou comest from the realm without a name,
          397" 'Into this valley of perpetual dream,
          398Shew whence I came, and where I am, and why--
          399Pass not away upon the passing stream.'
          400" 'Arise and quench thy thirst,' was her reply,
          401And as a shut lily, stricken by the wand
          402Of dewy morning's vital alchemy,
          403"I rose; and, bending at her sweet command,
          404Touched with faint lips the cup she raised,
          405And suddenly my brain became as sand
          406"Where the first wave had more than half erased
          407The track of deer on desert Labrador,
          408Whilst the fierce wolf from which they fled amazed
          409"Leaves his stamp visibly upon the shore
          410Until the second bursts--so on my sight
          411Burst a new Vision never seen before.--
          412"And the fair shape waned in the coming light
          413As veil by veil the silent splendour drops
          414From Lucifer, amid the chrysolite
          415"Of sunrise ere it strike the mountain tops--
          416And as the presence of that fairest planet
          417Although unseen is felt by one who hopes
          418"That his day's path may end as he began it
          419In that star's smile, whose light is like the scent
          420Of a jonquil when evening breezes fan it,
          421"Or the soft note in which his dear lament
          422The Brescian shepherd breathes, or the caress
          423That turned his weary slumber to content.--
          424"So knew I in that light's severe excess
          425The presence of that shape which on the stream
          426Moved, as I moved along the wilderness,
          427"More dimly than a day appearing dream,
          428The ghost of a forgotten form of sleep
          429A light from Heaven whose half extinguished beam
          430"Through the sick day in which we wake to weep
          431Glimmers, forever sought, forever lost.--
          432So did that shape its obscure tenour keep
          433"Beside my path, as silent as a ghost;
          434But the new Vision, and its cold bright car,
          435With savage music, stunning music, crost
          436"The forest, and as if from some dread war
          437Triumphantly returning, the loud million
          438Fiercely extolled the fortune of her star.--
          439"A moving arch of victory the vermilion
          440And green & azure plumes of Iris had
          441Built high over her wind-winged pavilion,
          442"And underneath aetherial glory clad
          443The wilderness, and far before her flew
          444The tempest of the splendour which forbade
          445Shadow to fall from leaf or stone;--the crew
          446Seemed in that light like atomies that dance
          447Within a sunbeam.--Some upon the new
          448"Embroidery of flowers that did enhance
          449The grassy vesture of the desart, played,
          450Forgetful of the chariot's swift advance;
          451"Others stood gazing till within the shade
          452Of the great mountain its light left them dim.--
          453Others outspeeded it, and others made
          454"Circles around it like the clouds that swim
          455Round the high moon in a bright sea of air,
          456And more did follow, with exulting hymn,
          457"The chariot & the captives fettered there,
          458But all like bubbles on an eddying flood
          459Fell into the same track at last & were
          460"Borne onward.--I among the multitude
          461Was swept; me sweetest flowers delayed not long,
          462Me not the shadow nor the solitude,
          463"Me not the falling stream's Lethean song,
          464Me, not the phantom of that early form
          465Which moved upon its motion,--but among
          466"The thickest billows of the living storm
          467I plunged, and bared my bosom to the clime
          468Of that cold light, whose airs too soon deform.--
          469"Before the chariot had begun to climb
          470The opposing steep of that mysterious dell,
          471Behold a wonder worthy of the rhyme
          472"Of him whom from the lowest depths of Hell
          473Through every Paradise & through all glory
          474Love led serene, & who returned to tell
          475"In words of hate & awe the wondrous story
          476How all things are transfigured, except Love;
          477For deaf as is a sea which wrath makes hoary
          478"The world can hear not the sweet notes that move
          479The sphere whose light is melody to lovers---
          480A wonder worthy of his rhyme--the grove
          481"Grew dense with shadows to its inmost covers,
          482The earth was grey with phantoms, & the air
          483Was peopled with dim forms, as when there hovers
          484"A flock of vampire-bats before the glare
          485Of the tropic sun, bring ere evening
          486Strange night upon some Indian isle,--thus were
          487"Phantoms diffused around, & some did fling
          488Shadows of shadows, yet unlike themselves,
          489Behind them, some like eaglets on the wing
          490"Were lost in the white blaze, others like elves
          491Danced in a thousand unimagined shapes
          492Upon the sunny streams & grassy shelves;
          493"And others sate chattering like restless apes
          494On vulgar paws and voluble like fire.
          495Some made a cradle of the ermined capes
          496"Of kingly mantles, some upon the tiar
          497Of pontiffs sate like vultures, others played
          498Within the crown which girt with empire
          499"A baby's or an idiot's brow, & made
          500Their nests in it; the old anatomies
          501Sate hatching their bare brood under the shade
          502"Of demon wings, and laughed from their dead eyes
          503To reassume the delegated power
          504Arrayed in which these worms did monarchize
          505"Who make this earth their charnel.--Others more
          506Humble, like falcons sate upon the fist
          507Of common men, and round their heads did soar,
          508"Or like small gnats & flies, as thick as mist
          509On evening marshes, thronged about the brow
          510Of lawyer, statesman, priest & theorist,
          511"And others like discoloured flakes of snow
          512On fairest bosoms & the sunniest hair
          513Fell, and were melted by the youthful glow
          514"Which they extinguished; for like tears, they were
          515A veil to those from whose faint lids they rained
          516In drops of sorrow.--I became aware
          517"Of whence those forms proceeded which thus stained
          518The track in which we moved; after brief space
          519From every form the beauty slowly waned,
          520"From every firmest limb & fairest face
          521The strength & freshness fell like dust, & left
          522The action & the shape without the grace
          523"Of life; the marble brow of youth was cleft
          524With care, and in the eyes where once hope shone
          525Desire like a lioness bereft
          526"Of its last cub, glared ere it died; each one
          527Of that great crowd sent forth incessantly
          528These shadows, numerous as the dead leaves blown
          529"In Autumn evening from a popular tree--
          530Each, like himself & like each other were,
          531At first, but soon distorted, seemed to be
          532"Obscure clouds moulded by the casual air;
          533And of this stuff the car's creative ray
          534Wrought all the busy phantoms that were there
          535"As the sun shapes the clouds--thus, on the way
          536Mask after mask fell from the countenance
          537And form of all, and long before the day
          538"Was old, the joy which waked like Heaven's glance
          539The sleepers in the oblivious valley, died,
          540And some grew weary of the ghastly dance
          541"And fell, as I have fallen by the way side,
          542Those soonest from whose forms most shadows past
          543And least of strength & beauty did abide."--
          544"Then, what is Life?" I said . . . the cripple cast
          545His eye upon the car which now had rolled
          546Onward, as if that look must be the last,
          547And answered .... "Happy those for whom the fold
          548Of ...

Notes

1] Begun in the spring of 1822, unfinished at the time of Shelley's death on July 8, and first published in Posthumous Poems (1824) from a MS. (now in the Bodleian library), whose corrections, omitted words, passages of unrevised improvisation, difficult hand, and long inaccessibility have so far prevented much certainty in the establishment of a text. The reference to Dante's Divine Comedy in lines 471-76 and to Petrarch's Triumphs in the title (both of which, like The Triumph of Life, are written in terza rima stanzas) suggests two probable models for the poem.

132-34] Mary Shelley's text seems impossible, but no textual authority has been adduced for amending it. Misreading or miswriting of some kind must be responsible for that apparently parallel, but conflicting, pair, "were there" and "were neither." W. M. Rossetti makes some sense out of the passage by amending "or" in 132 to "for" and "were there" in 134 to "whether", and by placing a semi-colon at the end of 131.

134] Of Athens or Jerusalem. Commentators assume that the renouncing figures of which Shelley is thinking are Socrates in Athens and Jesus in Jerusalem. But the corruption of the text here makes any interpretation doubtful.

190] Grim Feature: a reminiscence of Paradise Lost, X, 279, where it represents Death and carries the Latin meaning of "factura" or "creature."

204] Rousseau. Compare Byron's portrait of Rousseau in Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, III, lxxvii-lxxxii.

236] Frederick and Paul, Catherine and Leopold: Frederick the Great of Prussia, Czar Paul and Catherine the Great of Russia, and Leopold II of the Holy Roman Empire.

254] Plato. In the lines which follow, Shelley refers to the legend that Plato in his old age fell in love with a boy, whose name, Aster, is Greek for a star as well as for a particular (and short-lived) flower.

261] The tutor and his pupil: Aristotle and Alexander the Great.

283-84] The heirs of Caesar's crime from him to Constantine. Julius Caesar's crime was to undermine the Roman republic and prepare the way for the Roman emperors ("anarch chiefs" in 286), a procession of which up to Constantine Shelley now observes.

288] Gregory and John. "Gregory the Great is appropriate, as the true founder of the independent political power of the papacy. Which of many Johns is involved, there is no way of telling" (H. Bloom).

414] Lucifer: the Morning Star.

421-22] The soft note in which his dear lament the Brescian shepherd breathes. "The favourite song, 'Stanco di pascolar le peccorelle, [being weary of pasturing the little sheep], is a Brescian national air" (Mrs. Shelley's note).

439] Iris: classical goddess of the rainbow.

472] Him: Dante in The Divine Comedy.

544] Here the MS. breaks off.


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Original text: Percy Bysshe Shelley, Posthumous Poems, ed. Mrs. Shelley (1824). Cf. Posthumous Poems of Shelley. Mary Shelley's Fair Copy Book, Bodleian MS. Shelley Adds. d. 9, Collated with the Holographs and the Printed Texts, ed. Irving Massey (Montreal: McGill-Queens University Press, 1969). PR 5403 M27 ROBA.
First publication date: 1824
RPO poem editor: M. T. Wilson
RP edition: 3RP 2.604.
Recent editing: 4:2002/5/20

Composition date: 1822
Form: terza rima
Rhyme: ababcbcdc etc.


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