666 In a house as hot as his own. They flapped the black pennon, and twisted the stirg, VII "Ah, ah!' cried Satan,' the pasture is good! They will have for their food News of human blood; They will drink the groans of the dying and dead, 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, 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. ener, 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 Hater he came and sat by a ditch, iv. 96. A star has fallen upon the earth, iii. 432. A woodman, whose rough heart was out of tune, iii. 407. 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. All touch, all eye, all ear, i. 48. Ambition, power and avarice now have hurled, iv. 289. And canst thou mock mine agony, thus calm, iv. 296. And ever as he went he swept a lyre, iii. 430. And many there were hurt by that strong boy, iii. 446. 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. Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon, iii. 163. Bear witness, Erin! when thine injured isle, iv. 315. 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. - 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. 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. False friend, wilt thou smile or weep, ii. 309. Flourishing vine, whose kindling clusters glow, iv. 90. 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 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. 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. Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! iii. 270. Hail to thee, Cambria! for the unfettered wind, iv. 333. 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. |