NOTE xxxiv. p. 313. "And flowery weeds and fragrant copses dress Nothing but the bones are there now; and what have we gained? NOTE xxxv. p. 317. "This poem was conceived and chiefly written in a wood that skirts the Arno, near Florence, and on a day when that tempestuous wind, whose temperature is at once mild and animating, was collecting the vapours which pour down the autumnal rains. They began, as I foresaw, at sunset, with a violent tempest of hail and rain, attended by that magnificent thunder and lightning peculiar to the Cis-alpine regions. "The phenomenon alluded to at the conclusion of the third stanza is well known to naturalists. The vegetation at the bottom of the sea, of rivers and of lakes, sympathises with that of the land in the change of seasons, and is consequently influenced by the winds that announce it."-Shelley's Note. It is characteristic of Shelley's pleasure in repeating an image or a thought that pleased him, that he makes use of this phenomenon " at least three times in different poems. 66 NOTE xxxvi. p. 296. The lines from Moschus with which Shelley prefaced the Adonais were accidentally omitted in the text. I insert them here, with a translation made of them by Professor Mahaffy. Φάρμακον ἦλθε Βίων ποτὶ σὸν στόμα φαρμακοειδές. πῶς τευ τοῖς χείλεσσι ποτέδραμε κ' οὐκ ἐγλυκάνθη ; τίς δὲ βροτός, τοσσοῦτον ἀνάμερος ὡς κεράσαι τοι ἢ δοῦναι λαλέοντι τὸ φάρμακον, οὐ φύγεν ᾠδάν ; Bion, a potion came to thy mouth which soothed like a potion. How did it touch thy lips and not change its bitter to sweetness? Who so savage of men as to mix or to give thee the poison Even as thou didst speak? Fled he not from the voice of thy singing? And like a dying lady, lean and pale An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king . Arethusa arose Ariel to Miranda.-Take Art thou pale for weariness A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew As I lay asleep in Italy At the creation of the Earth A widow bird sate mourning for her love. A woodman whose rough heart was out of tune Before these cruel Twins, whom at one birth Daylight on its last purple cloud PAGE 56 133 145 147 54 177 285 129 47 176 82 142 201 116 288 164 141 I arise from dreams of thee I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way If I walk in Autumn's even I loved-alas! our life is love I loved, I love, and when I love no more way In the great morning of the world PAGE 137 198 78 149 224 79 74 80 81 66 132 256 90 134 248 7༠ Let there be light! said Liberty Life may change, but it may fly not Lift not the painted veil which those who live. Listen, listen, Mary mine Madonna, wherefore hast thou sent to me Men of England, wherefore plough. Music, when soft voices die 298 255 265 156 37 75 148 226 117 53 295 152 My coursers are fed with the lightning Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame Oh, world! oh, life! oh, time! O Mary dear, that you were here 182 55 200 282 181 O, wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being PAGE 5 283 72 31 195 317 Tell me, thou star, whose wings of light. 129 76 I 37 67 The serpent is shut out from paradise The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie . The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing. The young moon has fed Thou art the wine whose drunkenness is all 87 152 37 85 278 173 Thou, Earth, calm empire of a happy soul To the deep, to the deep. 'Twas at the season when the Earth upsprings PAGE 262 182 155 68 69 [We] look on that which cannot change-the One Ye hasten to the dead! What seek ye there 36 Printed by R. & R. CLARK, Edinburgh. |