ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER. MUCH have I travell'd in the realms of gold, Oft of one wide expanse had I been told He stared at the Pacific and all his men 5 ΙΟ 14 SHELLEY. LINES WRITTEN AMONG THE EUGANEAN HILLS. MANY a green isle needs must be Day and night, and night and day, 5 IO Death from the o'er-brimming deep; 15 And sinks down, down, like that sleep Weltering through eternity; And the dim low line before Of a dark and distant shore Still recedes, as ever still Longing with divided will, But no power to seek or shun, He is ever drifted on O'er the unreposing wave To the haven of the grave. What, if there no friends will greet? 20 25 Beneath is spread like a green sea Underneath day's azure eyes 80 85 90 95 100 Now is come a darker day, A less drear ruin then than now, 120 125 130 The fisher on his watery way, |