Date, 1818. Published by Garnett, 1862, and the SONG by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Shelley writes to Peacock regarding the drama: ‘Ï have devoted this summer, and indeed the next year, to the composition of a tragedy on the subject of Tasso's madness; which, I find upon inspection, is, if properly treated, admirably dramatic and poetical. But you will say I have no dramatic talent. Very true, in a certain sense; but I have taken the resolution to see what kind of tragedy a person without dramatic talent could write. It shall be better morality than Fazio, and better poetry than Bertram, at least.' VI Was Florence the liberticide? that band Of free and glorious brothers who had planted, Like a green isle 'mid Ethiopian sand, ΧΙ No record of his crime remains in story, But if the morning bright as evening shone, It was some high and holy deed, by glory Pursued into forgetfulness, which won From the blind crowd he made secure and free Does Florence, gorge the sated tyrants' The patriot's meed, toil, death, and infamy. prey? XII Look on the west, how beautiful it is Vaulted with radiant vapors! The deep bliss Of that unutterable light has made fade Into a hue, like some harmonious thought, Wasting itself on that which it had wrought, Till it dies and between The light hues of the tender, pure, serene, And infinite tranquillity of heaven. Ay, beautiful! but when our... Perhaps the only comfort which remains |