Save when the eagle brings some hunter's bone, IV. The fields, the lakes, the forests, and the streams, The works and ways of man, their death and birth, All things that move and breathe with toil and sound Power dwells apart in its tranquillity Remote, serene, and inaccessible: And this, the naked countenance of earth, On which I gaze, even these primæval mountains Teach the adverting mind. The glaciers creep Like snakes that watch their prey, from their far fountains, Frost and the Sun in scorn of mortal power A city of death, distinct with many a tower Is there, that from the boundaries of the sky Rolls its perpetual stream; vast pines are strewing Its destined path, or in the mangled soil Branchless and shattered stand; the rocks, drawn down The limits of the dead and living world, Of man, flies far in dread; his work and dwelling V. Mont Blanc yet gleams on high :-the power is there, And many sounds, and much of life and death. In the lone glare of day, the snows descend Or the star-beams dart through them :-Winds contend And what were thou, and earth, and stars, and sea, Silence and solitude were vacancy? July 23, 1816. : The imprint of the History of a Six Weeks' Tour is as follows: Reynell, Printer, 45, Broad-street, Golden-square. [With the History of a Six Weeks' Tour &c. ends the series of prose volumes and pamphlets issued by Shelley during his life. The remainder is posthumous, and to a great extent fragmentary. The following Journal is taken out of its chronological position among the posthumous prose writings because it connects itself with the letters forming the latter portion of the Six Weeks' Tour volume, having been written by Shelley during the continental trip of 1816. Mrs. Shelley published it in the second volume of the Essays, Letters, &c. (1840), from which it is now simply reprinted.-H. B. F ] JOURNAL. Geneva, Sunday, 18th August, 1816. SEE Apollo's Sexton,' who tells us many mysteries of his trade. We talk of Ghosts. Neither Lord Byron nor M. G. L. seem to believe in them; and they both agree, in the very face of reason, that none could believe in ghosts without believing in God. I do not think that all the persons who profess to discredit these visitations, really discredit them; or, if they do in the daylight, are not admonished by the approach of loneliness and midnight, to think more respectfully of the world of shadows. Lewis recited a poem, which he had composed at the Matthew Gregory Lewis, M.P. for Hindon, author of The Monk, The Castle Spectre, Tales of Terror, &c., thus addressed in English Bards and Scotch Reviewers: Oh! wonder-working Lewis! monk, or asked him earnestly,-'Why did you call me Apollo's Sexton.' The noble Poet found it difficult to reply to this categorical species of reproof." Some of these stories had appeared in print when Mrs. Shelley published the Journal in 1840; but, "as a ghost story depends entirely on the mode in which it is told," these were justly thought worth preservation as having been "written by Shelley, fresh from their relation by Lewis." |