MINOR FRAGMENTS HOME DEAR home, thou scene of earliest hopes and joys, The least of which wronged Memory ever makes Bitterer than all thine unremembered tears. FRAGMENT OF A GHOST STORY A SHOVEL of his ashes took But Helen clung to her brother's arm, O MARY dear, TO MARY that you were here! With your brown eyes bright and clear, Home. Forman. Published by Garnett, 1862, dated 1816. Fragment of a Ghost Story. Forman. Published by Garnett, 1862, dated 1816. To Mary. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824, dated 1818. Singing love to its lone mate Of this azure Italy. Mary dear, come to me soon, O Mary dear, that you were here! TO MARY THE world is dreary, And I am weary Of wandering on without thee, Mary; A joy was erewhile In thy voice and thy smile, And 'tis gone, when I should be gone too, Mary. TO MARY My dearest Mary, wherefore hast thou gone, And left me in this dreary world alone! Thy form is here indeed a lovely one To Mary. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18392, dated 1819. 6 when where, Rossetti conj. To Mary. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18392, dated 1819. But thou art fled, gone down the dreary road, That leads to Sorrow's most obscure abode ; Thou sittest on the hearth of pale despair, where For thine own sake I cannot follow thee. TO WILLIAM SHELLEY With what truth may I say Roma, Roma, Roma, I My lost William, thou in whom Which its lustre faintly hid,- But beneath this pyramid Thou art not — if a thing divine - Like thee can die, thy funeral shrine II Where art thou, my gentle child? Let me think that through low seeds To William Shelley. Mrs. Shelley, 1824 || To William, Harvard MS. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824, dated 1819. Motto: may I, Harvard MS. || I may, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. ii. 3 with, Harvard MS. || within, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Of sweet flowers and sunny grass LINES WRITTEN FOR THE POEM TO I THE world is now our dwelling-place; Mild thoughts of man's ungentle race II This lament, The memory of thy grievous wrong Will fade But genius is Omnipotent To hallow ii. 7 Of sweet, Harvard MS. || Of the sweet, Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Lines written for the Poem to William Shelley. Published by Garnett, 1862, dated 1818. TO WILLIAM SHELLEY THY little footsteps on the sands Where now the worm will feed no more; TO CONSTANTIA I THE rose that drinks the fountain dew For the planet of frost, so cold and bright, And that at best a withered blossom; But thy false care did idly wear Its withered leaves in a faithless bosom ; And fed with love, like air and dew, Its growth To William Shelley. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18391, dated 1819. To Constantia. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18391, dated 1817. |