VOL. PAGE How beautiful this night! the balmiest How eloquent are eyes! How gently slumber rests upon her face, How sweet it is to sit and read the tales I bring fresh showers for the thirsting I weep for Adonais-he is dead! I went into the deserts of dim sleep- I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way, took. I faint, I perish with my love! I *I had once a lovely dream I hated thee, fallen tyrant! I did I sing the glorious Power with azure eyes, grow groan I would not be a king-enough If solitude hath ever led thy steps In the sweet solitude of this calm place, . VOL. PAGE Inter marmoreas Leonora pendula colles Is not to-day enough? Why do I peer It is the day when all the sons of God Lady, my duty to his Holiness Let those who pine in pride or in revenge, Lift not the painted veil which those who live Like the ghost of a dear friend dead Lo, Peter in Hell's Grosvenor-square, Madonna, wherefore hast thou sent to me *Mighty Empress! Death's white wife! Spirits Month after month the gathered rains Moonbeam, leave the shadowy vale, Most glorious among spirits, thus doth Muse, sing the deeds of golden Aphrodite, *My coursers are fed with the lightning, gone,. My faint spirit was sitting in the light My head is heavy, my limbs are weary, My head is wild with weeping for a grief iv My Song, I fear that thou wilt find but *My soul is an enchanted boat, My spirit like a charmed bark doth swim Night, with all thine eyes look down! Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame, Now the last day of many days, VOL. PAGE V 61 335 V 19 352 208 212 310 322 160 77 78 336 O, Bacchus, what a world of toil, both now O happy Earth! reality of Heaven! O mighty mind, in whose deep stream this O pillow cold and wet with tears! O thou, who plumed with strong desire O thou whose dear love gleamed upon the O universal mother, who dost keep O, wild West Wind, thou breath of Au- Offspring of Jove, Calliope, once more Oh! take the pure gem to where southerly *Old winter was gone On the brink of the night and the morning iii 209 V 314 *Once more descend iv 319 One sung of thee who left the tale untold, One word is too often profaned Orphan hours, the year is dead,- Our boat is asleep on Serchio's stream, Out of the eastern shadow of the Earth,. Palace-roof of cloudless nights!. People of England, ye who toil and groan, Peter Bells, one, two and three, Place, for the Marshal of the Mask! Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know. Rarely, rarely, comest thou,. Reach me that handkerchief !--My brain Returning from its daily quest, my Spirit Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth, See yon opening flower. 267 me, *Send the stars light, but send not love to Shall we roam, my love, She comes not; yet I left her even now She saw me not-she heard me not-alone Silver key of the fountain of tears, So now my summer-task is ended, Mary, Sweet Spirit! Sister of that orphan one,. some scene. Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Tell me, thou star, whose wings of light. The awful shadow of some unseen Power around it, The cold earth slept below, *The curtain of the Universe 83 The death-bell beats!- 275 The Devil, I safely can aver,. The Elements respect their Maker's seal ! The fierce beasts of the woods and wilder- nesses *The joy, the triumph, the delight, the |