Poems of Shelley: Volume Three

The EditorsJack Donovan was formerly Reader in English at the University of York, UK.Cian Duffy is Professor of English Literature at St. Mary’s University, UK.Kelvin Everest is A. C. Bradley Professor of Modern Literature at the University of Liverpool, UK.Michael Rossington is Professor of Romantic Literature at Newcastle University, UK.The General EditorsPaul Hammond FBA is Professor of Seventeenth-Century English Literature at the University of Leeds, UK.David Hopkins is Emeritus Professor of English Literature and Senior Research Fellow at the University of Bristol, UK.The Founding General EditorF.W. Bateson, who founded the series and acted as General Editor for its first generation of titles, was a distinguished critic and scholar. He was lecturer in English and a Fellow of Corpus Christi College, Oxford, the editor of the original Cambridge Bibliography of English Literature, and founding editor of the journal Essays in Criticism.

• The third volume, covering the years 1819 to 1820.Contents in Alphabetical Order:A ballad: Young Parson RichardsA daughter mother and a grandmotherA lone wood walk, where meeting branches leanA metropolis/Hemmed in with mountain wallsA New National AnthemA poet of the finest waterA swift & hidden Spirit of decayA Vision of the SeaA winged city, like a wisp of cloudAn AllegoryAn eagle floating in the golden gloryAn ExhortationAn Incitement to Satan (‘By the everlasting God’) An infant in a boat without a helmAn Ode (‘Arise, arise, arise!’) A An Ode (‘Arise, arise, arise!’) B And in that deathlike caveAnd those sweet flowers that had sprungAnd what art thou, Presumptuous, who profanestArcheanissa, thou of Colophon/Even in whose wrinkles sits keen love ArethusaAs deaf as adders – and as poisonous too Child of Despair and DesireCircumstance (A man who was about to hang himself)Come thou Awakener of the spirit’s Ocean[Bind] eagle wings upon the lagging hoursDante’s Purgatorio I 1-6Death Deluge and dearth, ardours and frosts and earthquake Englandin 1819[England] thou widowed mother, whose wan breasts are dryEver round around the floweringForebodingsFragment: A Satire upon SatireFragments connected with Oedipus Tyrannus A: Roofing his palace chamber with the scalps of women Fragments connected with Oedipus Tyrannus B: And in those gemless rings which once were eyes From my hollow heart From the Arabic: An Imitation (My faint spirit was sitting in the light) Gather from the uttermost God and the Devil (‘Beautiful this rolling Earth’)Good NightHe cometh forth among menHe wanders like a day-appearing dreamHer dressHis bushy wide and solid beardHis face was like a Snake’s, wrinkled and looseHoly my sweet loveHymn of ApolloHymn of PanHymn to MercuryI care not for the subtle looksI had two babes- a sister and a brotherI have had a dream tonightI hear ye hear/The sudden whirlwind… PU draft?I love. What me? aye child, I love thee tooI more esteemI sang of one I knew notI stood upon a Heaven-cleaving turret If I walk in Autumn evenIf the cloud which roofs the skyIf the good money which I lent to thee In isles of odoriferous pinesIs it that in some brighter sphereIs there more on earth than weIt is a savage mountain slopeIt was a bright and cheerful afternoonIt was a winter such as when birds dieItalian translation from PU A (II v 48-71)Italian translation from PU B (II v 72-110)Italian translation from PU C (IV 1-55 and 57-82) Italian translation of ‘To Sidmouth and Castlereagh’Italian translation of parts of Laon & CythnaKissing Helen(a) (Kissing Helena, together) Letter to Maria Gisborne Like a black spider caughtLines to A CriticLines to a Reviewer (‘Alas! good friend, what profit can you see’)Lines Written During the Castlereagh AdministrationLove, Hope, Desire and FearLove’s PhilosophyMatilda Gathering FlowersMine eyes [ ] like two ever-bleeding woundsMusic (‘I pant for the music’)My dear brother HarryNow the day has died awayO [ ] of thought O thou immortal deity O thou power, the swiftestO! what is that whose light intenseOde to HeavenOde to LibertyOde to NaplesA Ode to NaplesB Ode to the West WindOh time, oh night, o dayOh, Music, thou art not “the food of Love”On a Faded VioletOn the Medusa of LeonardoOne atom of golden cloud, like a fiery starOrpheus (Not far from hence) Pantherlike Spirit! Beautiful and swiftPeople of England, ye who toil and groanPerhaps the only comfort that remainsPeter Bell the ThirdPolluting darkness tremblingly quiversProteus Wordsworth, who shall bind theeSatan at Large (‘A golden-wingèd Angel stood)Say the beloved Son of MercuryShattering the sunlight into many a starShe was the ... SepulchreSoft pillows for the fiendsSong (Rarely, rarely comest thou)Song of ProserpineSong, To the Men of EnglandSonnet (‘Ye hasten to the dead !’) Sonnet: Political Greatness Spirit of Plato (Eagle! Why soarest thou above that tomb?)Such sorrow this lady to her took Sucking hydras hashed in sulphurThe Birth of Pleasure (‘At the creation of the Earth’)The CloudThe dashing of the stream is as the voicesThe dewy silence of the breathing night The fiery mountains answer each other ('Liberty') The fitful alternations of the rainThe Fugitives (The waters are flashing) The gentleness of rain is in the WindThe Indian SerenadeThe laminatious gossamers were glancing The Mask of AnarchyThe memory of the good is ever greenThe Pursued and the PursuerThe QuestionThe roses arose early to blossomThe Sensitive PlantThe Spirit of an infant’s purityThe sun is set, the swallows are asleep ('Evening: Ponte A Mare, Pisa') The Towerof Famine(Amid the desolation of a city) The vale is like a vast MetropolisThe Waning MoonThe Witch of Atlas The Woodman and the NightingaleThere is a wind which language faints beneath There was a gorgeous marriage feastThou at whose Dawn the everlasting sun Time Long PastTime who outruns and oversoars whateverTo – (‘I fear thy kisses’)To – (‘When Passion’s Trance’)To a SkylarkTo lay my weary head upon thy lapTo Music (‘Silver key of the fountain of tears)To NightTo Sidmouth and Castlereagh: SimilesTo SophiaTo Stella (Thou wert the morning star among the living) To William ShelleyTo Xanthippe (Here catch this apple, girl + Here catch this apple) Twas in a wilderness of roses where’Twas the twentieth of OctoberUna vallata verdeWhat has thou done then, Lifted up the curtainWhat if the suns and stars and EarthWhat think you the dead are?Where art thou, beloved tomorrowWhy would you overlive your life againWith weary feet chasing Unrest and Care Within a cavern of man's trackless spirit Within the surface of the fleeting river