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.

HYMN OF APOLLO.

• • The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie,
  • Curtained with star-enwoven tapestries,
  • From the broad moonlight of the sky,
  • Fanning the busy dreams from my dim eyes,—
  • Waken me when their Mother, the grey Dawn,
  • Tells them that dreams and that the moon is gone.
• • Then I arise, and climbing Heaven’s blue dome,
  • I walk over the mountains and the waves,
  • Leaving my robe upon the ocean foam;
  • My footsteps pave the clouds with fire; the caves
  • Are filled with my bright presence, and the air
  • Leaves the green earth to my embraces bare.
• • The sunbeams are my shafts, with which I kill
  • Deceit, that loves the night and fears the day;
  • All men who do or even imagine ill
  • Fly me, and from the glory of my ray
  • Good minds and open actions take new might,
  • Until diminished by the reign of night.
• • I feed the clouds, the rainbows and the flowers
  • With their ethereal colours; the Moon’s globe
  • And the pure stars in their eternal bowers
  • Are cinctured with my power as with a robe;
  • Whatever lamps on Earth or Heaven may shine,
  • Are portions of one power, which is mine.
• • I stand at noon upon the peak of Heaven,
  • Then with unwilling steps I wander down
  • Into the clouds of the Atlantic even;
  • For grief that I depart they weep and frown:
  • What look is more delightful than the smile
  • With which I soothe them from the western isle?
• • I am the eye with which the Universe
  • Beholds itself and knows itself divine;
  • All harmony of instrument or verse,
  • All prophesy, all medicine are mine,
  • All light of art or nature;—to my song,
  • Victory and praise in their own right belong.