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In a house as hot as his own.

They flapped the black pennon, and twisted the stirg,
Close to the very throne.

VII

"Ah, ah!' cried Satan,' the pasture is good!
My cattle will here thrive better than others!

They will have for their food

News of human blood;

They will drink the groans of the dying and dead,
And supperless never will go to bed,

Which will make them as fat as their brothers.'

VIII

"The Devil was walking in the Park,

Dressed like a Bond Street beau;

Nor, although his visage was rather dark,
And his mouth was wide, his chin came out,
And something like Castlereagh was his snout,
He might be called so-so.

XII

"Why does the Devil grin so wide,

And show the horse teeth within?

Nine and ninety on each side,

By the clearest reckoning!

The fact is he saw the Prince

"Here the poetry ends. reviewing a regiment of hussars. Well, is not this trifling?" Letters of Percy Bysshe Shelley to Elizabeth Hitchii. 25-30.

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333 Fragment of a Sonnet: Farewell to North Devon. From

the Esdaile MS.

On leaving London for Wales. From the Esdaile MS. 335 The Wandering Jew's Soliloquy. From the Esdaile

MS.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

A CAT in distress, iv. 267.

A gentle story of two lovers young, iv. 92.
A glorious people vibrated again, iii. 274.
A golden-wingèd Angel stood, iv. 95.

A Hater he came and sat by a ditch, iv. 96.
A man who was about to hang himself, iv. 189.
A mighty Phantasm, half concealed, iii. 431.
A pale dream came to a Lady fair, iii. 185.
A portal as of shadowy adamant, iii. 320.
A scene, which wildered fancy viewed, iv. 317.
A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew, iii. 246.
A shovel of his ashes took, iv. 77.

A star has fallen upon the earth, iii. 432.

A woodman, whose rough heart was out of tune, iii. 407.
Abyss of Hell! I call on thee, iv. 229.

Accused, do you persist in your denial? ii. 293.

Ah! faint are her limbs, and her footstep is weary, iv. 286.

Ah, sister! Desolation is a delicate thing, ii. 115.

Alas for Liberty! iii. 150.

Alas! good friend, what profit can you see, iii. 322.
Alas! this is not what I thought life was, iv. 106.

All touch, all eye, all ear, i. 48.

Ambition, power and avarice now have hurled, iv. 289.
Amid the desolation of a city, iii. 319.

And canst thou mock mine agony, thus calm, iv. 296.
And earnest to explore within — around, iv. 200.

And ever as he went he swept a lyre, iii. 430.
And, if my grief should still be dearer to me, iv. 42.
And like a dying lady, lean and pale, iv. 90.

And many there were hurt by that strong boy, iii. 446.
And Peter Bell, when he had been, ii. 348.
And that I walk thus proudly crowned withal, iv. 106.
And the green Paradise which western waves, iii. 430.
And then came one of sweet and earnest looks, iii. 430.
And what is that most brief and bright delight, iii. 428.

And where is truth? On tombs ? for such to thee, iv. 105.

And who feels discord now or sorrow? iv. 98.

An old, mad, blind, despised and dying king, iii. 229.

Among the guests who often stayed, ii. 365.

Arethusa arose, iii. 286.

Ariel to Miranda : — Take, iii. 362.

Arise, arise, arise! iii. 238.

Art thou indeed forever gone, iv. 301.
Art thou pale for weariness, iv. 91.
As a violet's gentle eye, iii. 422.
As from an ancestral oak, iii. 228.
As I lay asleep in Italy, ii. 321.
As the sunrise to the night, iv. 88.
At the creation of the Earth, iii. 445.

Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon, iii. 163.

Bear witness, Erin! when thine injured isle, iv. 315.
Before those cruel Twins, whom at one birth, ii. 389.
Beside the dimness of the glimmering sea, i. 228.

Best and brightest, come away! iii. 356.

Breathe low, low, iii. 112.

Bright ball of flame that through the gloom of even, iv. 325.

Bright clouds float in heaven, ii. 171.

Bright wanderer, fair coquette of heaven, iv. 91.

Bring forth the prisoner Bast wick; let the clerk, iv. 33.

Brothers! between you and me, iv. 313.

"Buona notte, buona notte!"

By the mossy brink, iv. 308.

come mai, iii. 324.

Calm art thou as yon sunset! swift and strong, i. 222.

Chameleons feed on light and air, iii. 234.

Come, be happy! — sit near me, iii. 218.

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Come hither, my sweet Rosalind, ii. 3.

Come, thou awakener of the spirit's ocean, iv. 89.

Corpses are cold in the tomb, iii. 225.

Could Arethuse to her forsaken urn, iii. 431.

Dares the lama, most fleet of the sons of the wind, iv. 303.

Dark flood of time! i. 383.

Darkness has dawned in the East, iii. 152.

Dar'st thou amid the varied multitude, iv. 273.

Daughters of Jove, whose voice is melody, iv. 147.

Dear home, thou scene of earliest hopes and joys, iv. 77.

Dearest, best and brightest, iii. 433.

Death is here, and death is there, iii. 316.

Death! where is thy victory? iv. 274.

Do evil deeds thus quickly come to end? ii. 289.

Do you not hear the Aziola cry? iii. 345.

Eagle! why soarest thou above that tomb ? iv. 189.
Earth, Ocean, Air, beloved brotherhood! i. 87.

Echoes we listen! ii. 125.

England, farewell! Thou, who hast been my cradle, iv. 37.

Ever as now with Love and Virtue's glow, iv. 322.

Faint with love, the Lady of the South, iv. 92.

Fairest of the Destinies, iii. 431.
"Fairy!" The Spirit said, i. 22.

False friend, wilt thou smile or weep, ii. 309.
Far, far away, O ye, iii. 335.

Flourishing vine, whose kindling clusters glow, iv. 90.
Follow to the deep wood's weeds, iv. 89.

For me, my friend, if not that tears did tremble, iv. 84.

For my dagger is bathed in the blood of the brave, iv. 270.
From all the blasts of heaven thou hast descended, ii. 118.

From the cities where from caves, ii. 335.

From the ends of the earth, from the ends of the earth, ii. 103.

From the forests and highlands, iii. 291.

From unremembered ages we, ii. 111.

Gather, oh, gather, iii. 423.

Ghosts of the dead! have I not heard your yelling, iv. 279.
God prosper, speed, and save, iii. 230.

Goddess bare, and gaunt, and pale, iii. 34.

Good-night? ah, no! the hour is ill, iii. 324.

Grant me your patience, Gentlemen and Boars, iii. 25.

Great Spirit whom the sea of boundless thought, iv. 107.
Guido, I would that Lappo, thou, and I, iv. 196.

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! iii. 270.

Hail to thee, Cambria! for the unfettered wind, iv. 333.
Hark! the owlet flaps his wings, iv. 268.

Hast thou not seen, officious with delight, iv. 239.

He came like a dream in the dawn of life, iv. 41.

He fell, thou sayest, beneath his conqueror's frown, ii. 152.
Heigho! the lark and the owl! iv. 39.