Illumining, with sound that never fails Shelley's landscapes are seldom more terrestrial than this enchanted island. Shelley, unlike Wordsworth, scarcely ever writes "with his eye on the object." The Lines written among the Euganean Hills are his closest approach to direct study of landscape. Ay, many flowering islands lie Gathering round with wings all hoar, Like gray shades, till the eastern heaven In the unfathomable sky, So their plumes of purple grain, On the morning's fitful gale V And the vapours cloven and gleaming Beneath is spread like a green sea Of the waters crystalline ; And before that chasm of light, As within a furnace bright, Column, tower, and dome, and spire, Shine like obelisks of fire, Pointing with inconstant motion From the altar of dark ocean To the sapphire-tinted skies; As the flames of sacrifice From the marble shrines did rise, Shelley's last home, if this wandering spirit could be said to have a home, was the Villa Magni on the bay of Lerici; behind lie the Carrara hills. "Went ashore to see some fishermen drag their nets," writes Williams, when he and Shelley visited the place in search of a house. I, too, remember seeing the fishers drag their BISHAM ABBEY Bisham Abbey, near Great Marlow, where Shelley lived when he wrote the Revolt of Islam, in his boat Mrs. Shelley states, while it floated under the beech groves of Bisham. |