II Dark is the realm of grief: but human things III Once more descend For to those hearts with which they never blend, 'O THAT A CHARIOT OF CLOUD WERE MINE' [Published by Dr. Garnett, Relics of Shelley, 1862.] O THAT a chariot of cloud were mine! Of cloud which the wild tempest weaves in air, Is spreading the locks of her bright gray hair. O that a chariot of cloud were mine! I would sail on the waves of the billowy wind FRAGMENT: TO A FRIEND RELEASED FROM [Published by Dr. Garnett, Relics of Shelley, 1862.] His chains and tears, yea, let him weep Like strength from slumber, from the prison, In which he vainly hoped the soul to bind FRAGMENT: SATAN BROKEN LOOSE Before the Eternal Judgement-seat: The Father and the Son Knew that strife was now begun. They knew that Satan had broken his chain, A sweet and a creeping sound Like the rushing of wings was heard around; The lamps, before the Archangels seven, FRAGMENT: IGNICULUS DESIDERII [Published by Mrs. Shelley, P. W., 1839, 1st ed. This fragment is amongst the Shelley MSS. at the Bodleian. See Mr. C. D. Locock's Examination, &c., 1903, p. 63.] To thirst and find no fill-to wail and wander Till dim imagination just possesses The half-created shadow, then all the night ... ΤΟ 15 5 FRAGMENT: AMOR AETERNUS Of the great sea of human right and wrong, The things which are immortal, and surpass All that frail stuff which will be-or which was. FRAGMENT: THOUGHTS COME AND GO IN [Published by Mrs. Shelley, P. W., 1839, 1st ed.] My thoughts arise and fade in solitude, The verse that would invest them melts away Igniculus, &c.-2 unsteady B.; uneasy 1839, 1st ed. 7, 8 then.. 5 5 A HATE-SONG [Published by Rossetti, Complete P. W. of P. B. S., 1870.] A HATER he came and sat by a ditch, And he took an old cracked lute; And he sang a song which was more of a screech LINES TO A CRITIC [Published by Hunt in The Liberal, No. III, 1823. Reprinted in Posthumous Poems, 1824, where it is dated December, 1817.] [Published by Hunt in Rosalind and Helen, 1819. 5 OZYMANDIAS The Examiner, January, 1818. Reprinted with There is a copy amongst the Shelley MSS. at the Bodleian Library. See Mr. C. D. Locock's Examination, &c., 1903, p. 46.] I MET a traveller from an antique land 5 10 Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare Ozymandias.—9 these words appear] this legend clear Bosch Here - Here, Noy Donena Know It's sthing NOTE ON POEMS OF 1817, BY MRS. SHELLEY THE very illness that oppressed, and the aspect of death which had approached so near Shelley, appear to have kindled to yet keener life the Spirit of Poetry in his heart. The restless thoughts kept awake by pain clothed themselves in verse. Much was composed during this year. The Revolt of Islam, written and printed, was a great effort-Rosalind and Helen was begunand the fragments and poems I can trace to the same period show how full of passion and reflection were his solitary hours. In addition to such poems as have an intelligible aim and shape, many a stray idea and transitory emotion found imperfect and abrupt expression, and then again lost themselves in silence. As he never wandered without a book and without implements of writing, I find many such, in his manuscript books, that scarcely bear record; while some of them, broken and vague as they are, will appear valuable to those who love Shelley's mind, and desire to trace its workings. He projected also translating the Hymns of Homer; his version of several of the shorter ones remains, as well as that to Mercury already published in the Posthumous Poems. His readings this year were chiefly Greek. Besides the Hymns of Homer and the Iliad, he read the dramas of Aeschylus and Sophocles, the Symposium of Plato, and Arrian's Historia Indica. In Latin, Apuleius alone is named. In English, the Bible was his constant study; he read a great portion of it aloud in the evening. Among these evening readings I find also mentioned the Faerie Queen; and other modern works, the production of his contemporaries, Coleridge, Wordsworth, Moore, and Byron. His life was now spent more in thought than action-he had lost the eager spirit which believed it could achieve what it projected for the benefit The of mankind. And yet in the converse No words can express the anguish he felt when his elder children were torn from him. In his first resentment against the Chancellor, on the passing of the decree, he had written a curse, in which there breathes, besides haughty indignation, all the tenderness of a father's love, which could imagine and fondly dwell upon its loss and the consequences. At one time, while the question was still pending, the Chancellor had said some words that seemed to intimate that Shelley should not be permitted the care of any of his children, and for a moment he feared that our infant son would be torn from us. He did not trollable emotions of his heart. I ought hesitate to resolve, if such were me- to observe that the fourth verse of this naced, to abandon country, fortune, everything, and to escape with his child; and I find some unfinished stanzas addressed to this son, whom afterwards we lost at Rome, written under the idea that we might suddenly be forced to cross the sea, so to preserve him. This poem, as well as the one previously quoted, were not written to exhibit the pangs of distress to the public; they were the spontaneous outbursts of a man who brooded over his wrongs and woes, and was impelled to shed the grace of his genius over the uncon- crushes the affections.' effusion is introduced in Rosalind and Helen. When afterwards this child died at Rome, he wrote, à propos of the English burying-ground in that city: This spot is the repository of a sacred loss, of which the yearnings of a parent's heart are now prophetic; he is rendered immortal by love, as his memory is by death. My beloved child lies buried here. I envy death the body far less than the oppressors the minds of those whom they have torn from me. The one can only kill the body, the other POEMS WRITTEN IN 1818 TO THE NILE [Found by Mr. Townshend Meyer among the papers of Leigh Hunt, [and] published in the St. James's Magazine for March, 1876.' (Mr. H. Buxton Forman, C.B.; P. W. of P. B. S., Library Edition, 1876, vol. iii, p. 410.) First included among Shelley's poetical works in Mr. Forman's Library Edition, where a facsimile of the MS. is given. Composed February 4, 1818. See Complete Works of John Keats, ed. H. Buxton Forman, Glasgow, 1901, vol. iv, p. 76.] MONTH after month the gathered rains descend And from the desert's ice-girt pinnacles Where Frost and Heat in strange embraces blend On Atlas, fields of moist snow half depend. 5 Girt there with blasts and meteors Tempest dwells O'er Egypt's land of Memory floods are level And they are thine, O Nile-and well thou knowest And fruits and poisons spring where'er thou flowest. PASSAGE OF THE APENNINES 10 [Composed May 4, 1818. Published by Mrs. Shelley, Posthumous Poems, 1824. There is a copy amongst the Shelley MSS. at the Bodleian Library, which supplies the last word of the fragment.] LISTEN, listen, Mary mine, To the whisper of the Apennine, It bursts on the roof like the thunder's roar, |