And hath denied, to every other sky, Spirits which soar from ruin; thy decay Which gilds it with revivifying ray; Such as the great of yore. Canova is to-day. (Ibid, Stanzas liv., lv.). BRYAN WILLIAM PROCTER. [Born, 1789. Educated at Harrow. 66 Dramatic Sketches," published, 1819; " Marcian Colonna," 1820. Mirandola, produced, 1820. "The Flood in Thessaly," published, 1823; "English Songs," 1832; "Life of Edmund Kean," 1832; "Memoirs of Charles Lamb," 1866. Died, 1874.] MY BOOKS. All round the room my silent servants wait,— Come down, and murmur to me, sweet and low, Early and late; From the old world's divine and distant date, Down to the poet who but yester eve Or pale Urania's deep and starry eyes. Oh, friends, whom chance and change can never harm, Whom death, the tyrant, cannot doom to die, PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. [Born, 1792. Educated at Eton and Oxford. Expelled from Oxford, 1811. Wrote " Queen Mab," 1813. "Revolt of Islam," published, 1818. Left England, 1818. Prometheus Unbound," and "The Cenci," published, 1820; "Epipsychidion," and " Adonais," &c., 1821. Died, 1822.] 66 CONVERSE WITH THE DEAD. That hoary man had spent his livelong age BOOKS THE FOUNTS OF INSPIRATION. Yes, from the records of my youthful state, THE POWER OF SONG. Perish! let there only be One remembrance, more sublime Driven from his ancestral streams By the might of evil dreams, Found a nest in thee; and Ocean Chastening terror: what though yet Poesy's unfailing river, Which through Albion winds for ever, Lashing with melodious wave Many a sacred poet's grave, Mourn its latest nursling fled! What though thou with all thy dead Aught thine own,-oh, rather say, As the ghost of Homer clings As the love from Petrarch's urn A quenchless lamp, by which the heart The city that did refuge thee. (Lines written among the Euganean Hills.) THE POET'S TRANSMITTED EFFLUENCE CANNOT DIE. He is made one with Nature; there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird; J |