XXIV. The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley | Edited by Harry Buxton Forman | In Four Volumes Volume I. [II. III. IV.] London | Reeves and Turner 196 Strand | 1876. XXV. The Complete | Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley. The Text carefully revised with Notes and A Memoir, | by | William Michael Rossetti. | In Three Volumes. | Vol. I. [II. III.] London: E. Moxon, Son, And Co., | Dorset Buildings, Salisbury Square, E.C. | 1878. XXVI. The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley Given from His Own Editions and Other Authentic Sources | Collated with many Manuscripts and with all Editions of Authority | Together with Prefaces and Notes | His Poetical Translations and Fragments | and an Appendix of | Juvenilia | [Publisher's Device.] Edited by Harry Buxton Forman | In Two Volumes. | Volume I. [II.] London | Reeves and Turner, 196, Strand | 1882. XXVII. The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley | Edited by | Edward Dowden | London | Macmillan and Co., Limited | New York: The Macmillan Company | 1900. XXVIII. The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley | Edited with a Memoir by H. Buxton Forman In Five Volumes [Publisher's Device.] Vol. I. (II. III. IV. V.] London | George Bell and Sons | 1892. XXIX. The Complete Poetical Works | of Percy Bysshe Shelley | The Text newly collated and revised | and Edited with a Memoir and Notes By George Edward Woodberry | Centenary Edition | In Four Volumes Volume I. [II. III. IV.] [Publisher's Device.] London | Kegan Paul, Trench, Trübner and Co. | Limited | 1893. XXX. An Examination of the Shelley Manuscripts In the Bodleian Library Being a collation thereof with the printed | texts, resulting in the publication of several long fragments hitherto unknown, | and the introduction of many improved readings into Prometheus Unbound, and other poems, by | C. D. Locock, B.A. | Oxford | At the Clarendon Press | 1903. The early poems from the Esdaile MS. book, which are included in this edition by the kind permission of the owner of the volume, Charles E. J. Esdaile, Esq., appeared for the first time in Professor Dowden's Life of Percy Bysshe Shelley, published in the year 1887. One poem from the same volume, entitled The Wandering Jew's Soliloquy, was printed in one of the Shelley Society Publications (Second Series, No. 12), a reprint of The Wandering Jew, edited by Mr. Bertram Dobell, in 1887. A woodman whose rough heart was out of tune Ah! sweet is the moonbeam that sleeps on yon fountain Alas, good friend, what profit can you see Alas! this is not what I thought life was Ambition, power, and avarice, now have hurled Among the guests who often stayed An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king And can'st thou mock mine agony, thus calm And that I walk thus proudly crowned withal And when the old man saw that on the green And where is truth? On tombs? for such to thee And who feels discord now or sorrow? Ask not the pallid stranger's woe Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon Bear witness, Erin! when thine injured isle Bright ball of flame that through the gloom of even Bright wanderer, fair coquette of Heaven Brothers! between you and me 'Buona notte, buona notte!'-Come mai By the mossy brink Chameleons feed on light and air Cold, cold is the blast when December is howling Dares the lama, most fleet of the sons of the wind Darkness has dawned in the East Daughters of Jove, whose voice is melody Dear home, thou scene of earliest hopes and joys Death is here and death is there. Death! where is thy victory? Follow to the deep wood's weeds For me, my friend, if not that tears did tremble For your letter, dear [Hattie], accept my best thanks. From the ends of the earth, from the ends of the earth From unremembered ages we Gather, O gather. Ghosts of the dead! have I not heard your yelling Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill Great Spirit whom the sea of boundless thought Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Hail to thee, Cambria! for the unfettered wind. Hark! the owlet flaps his wings Hast thou not seen, officious with delight He came like a dream in the dawn of life 478 He wanders, like a day-appearing dream 653 Hell is a city much like London. 346 Here I sit with my paper, my pen and Her hair was brown, her sphered eyes were brown 164 542 'Here lieth One whose name was writ on water my ink 833 652 His face was like a snake's-wrinkled and loose. 627 Honey from silkworms who can gather 546 Hopes, that swell in youthful breasts . 833 How eloquent are eyes. How, my dear Mary,—are you critic-bitten. How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner. 833 366 850 How sweet it is to sit and read the tales 581 1 How wonderful is Death 754 I am afraid these verses will not please you, but. for Adonais-he is dead!. I went into the deserts of dim sleep In the cave which wild weeds cover Let there be light! said Liberty. evenge Lift not the painted veil which those who live 651 652 582 723 830 580 871 580 865 444 577 616 712 463 560 237 565 626 548 349 |