The Online Library of Liberty

A project of Liberty Fund, Inc.

• Preface.
• Julian and Maddalo; a Conversation.
• The Witch of Atlas.
• Letter to —
• The Triumph of Life.
• Fragments From an Unfinished Drama.
• Prince Athanase: a Fragment.
• Ode to Naples. *
• Marianne’s Dream.
• Mont Blanc. Lines Written In the Vale of Chamouni.
• Miscellaneous Poems.
• On the Medusa of Leonardo Da Vinci, In the Florentine Gallery.
• Song.
• To Constantia, Singing.
• The Fugitives.
• A Lament.
• The Pine Forest of the Cascine, Near Pisa.
• To Night.
• Evening. Ponte a Mare, Pisa.
• Arethusa.
• The Question.
• Lines to an Indian Air.
• Stanzas Written In Dejection, Near Naples.
• Autumn: a Dirge.
• Hymn of Apollo.
• Hymn of Pan.
• The Boat On the Serchio.
• The Zucca. *
• The Two Spirits. an Allegory.
• A Fragment.
• A Bridal Song.
• The Sunset.
• Song, On a Faded Violet.
• Lines to a Critic.
• Good Night.
• To-morrow.
• Death.
• A Lament.
• Love’s Philosophy.
• To E*** V***
• To —
• Lines.
• To William Shelley.
• An Allegory.
• Mutability.
• From the Arabic. an Imitation.
• To —
• Music.
• Lines.
• Death.
• To —
• Passage of the Apennines.
• To Mary —
• The Past.
• Song of a Spirit.
• Liberty.
• To —
• The Isle.
• To —
• Time.
• Lines.
• A Song.
• The World’s Wanderers.
• A Dirge.
• Lines.
• Dirge For the Year.
• Sonnet I.
• Sonnet II. Political Greatness.
• Sonnet III.
• Sonnet IV.
• Fragments.
• Ginevra. *
• Charles the First. Fragments.
• Prince Athanase. Part II.
• Mazenghi. *
• The Woodman and the Nightingale.
• To the Moon.
• Song For Tasso.
• The Waning Moon.
• Epitaph.
• Alastor; Or the Spirit of Solitude.
• Translations.
• Hymn to Mercury. Translated From the Greek of Homer
• The Cyclops; a Satyric Drama.
• Translation From Moschus.
• Scenes From the “magico Prodigioso” of Calderon.
• Scenes From the Faust of GoËthe.

THE FUGITIVES.

• I.

• • The waters are flashing,
  • The white hail is dashing,
  • The lightnings are glancing,
  • The hoar-spray is dancing—
  • Away!
• • The whirlwind is rolling,
  • The thunder is tolling,
  • The forest is swinging,
  • The minster bells ringing—
  • Come away!
• • The Earth is like Ocean,
  • Wreck-strewn and in motion:
  • Bird, beast, man and worm
  • Have crept out of the storm—
  • Come away!

• II.

• • “Our boat has one sail,
  • And the helmsman is pale;—
  • A bold pilot I trow,
  • Who should follow us now,”—
  • Shouted He—
• • And she cried: “Ply the oar!
  • Put off gaily from shore!”—
  • As she spoke, bolts of death
  • Mixed with hail, specked their path
  • O’er the sea.
• • And from isle, tower and rock,
  • The blue beacon cloud broke,
  • And though dumb in the blast,
  • The red cannon flashed fast
  • From the lee.

• III.

• • “And, fear’st thou, and fear’st thou?
  • And, see’st thou, and hear’st thou?
  • And, drive we not free
  • O’er the terrible sea,
  • I and thou?”
• • One boat-cloak did cover
  • The loved and the lover—
  • Their blood beats one measure,
  • They murmur proud pleasure
  • Soft and low;—
• • While around the lashed Ocean,
  • Like mountains in motion,
  • Is withdrawn and uplifted,
  • Sunk, shattered and shifted
  • To and fro.

• IV.

• • In the court of the fortress
  • Beside the pale portress,
  • Like a blood-hound well beaten,
  • The bridegroom stands, eaten
  • By shame;
• • On the topmost watch-turret,
  • As a death-boding spirit,
  • Stands the grey tyrant father,
  • To his voice the mad weather
  • Seems tame;
• • And with curses as wild
  • As ere clung to child,
  • He devotes to the blast
  • The best, loveliest and last
  • Of his name!