The Poems of Shelley: Volume 3: 1819 - 1820

The Poems of Shelley: Volume 3: 1819 - 1820

by Jack Donovan

First published in 2010. Routledge is an imprint of Taylor & Francis, an informa company.See more details below


First published in 2010. Routledge is an imprint of Taylor & Francis, an informa company.

Product Details

Taylor & Francis
Publication date:
Longman Annotated English Poets Series
Product dimensions:
5.80(w) x 8.60(h) x 1.80(d)

Table of Contents

The third volume, covering the years 1819 to 1820.

Contents in Alphabetical Order:

A ballad: Young Parson Richards

A daughter mother and a grandmother

A lone wood walk, where meeting branches lean

A metropolis/Hemmed in with mountain walls

A New National Anthem

A poet of the finest water

A swift & hidden Spirit of decay

A Vision of the Sea

A winged city, like a wisp of cloud

An Allegory

An eagle floating in the golden glory

An Exhortation

An Incitement to Satan (‘By the everlasting God’)

An infant in a boat without a helm

An Ode (‘Arise, arise, arise!’) A

An Ode (‘Arise, arise, arise!’) B

And in that deathlike cave

And those sweet flowers that had sprung

And what art thou, Presumptuous, who profanest

Archeanissa, thou of Colophon/Even in whose wrinkles sits keen love


As deaf as adders – and as poisonous too

Child of Despair and Desire

Circumstance (A man who was about to hang himself)

Come thou Awakener of the spirit’s Ocean

[Bind] eagle wings upon the lagging hours

Dante’s Purgatorio I 1-6


Deluge and dearth, ardours and frosts and earthquake

Englandin 1819

[England] thou widowed mother, whose wan breasts are dry

Ever round around the flowering


Fragment: A Satire upon Satire

Fragments connected with Oedipus Tyrannus A: Roofing his palace chamber with the scalps of women

Fragments connected with Oedipus Tyrannus B: And in those gemless rings which once were eyes

From my hollow heart

From the Arabic: An Imitation (My faint spirit was sitting in the light)

Gather from the uttermost

God and the Devil (‘Beautiful this rolling Earth’)

Good Night

He cometh forth among men

He wanders like a day-appearing dream

Her dress

His bushy wide and solid beard

His face was like a Snake’s, wrinkled and loose

Holy my sweet love

Hymn of Apollo

Hymn of Pan

Hymn to Mercury

I care not for the subtle looks

I had two babes- a sister and a brother

I have had a dream tonight

I hear ye hear/The sudden whirlwind… PU draft?

I love. What me? aye child, I love thee too

I more esteem

I sang of one I knew not

I stood upon a Heaven-cleaving turret

If I walk in Autumn even

If the cloud which roofs the sky

If the good money which I lent to thee

In isles of odoriferous pines

Is it that in some brighter sphere

Is there more on earth than we

It is a savage mountain slope

It was a bright and cheerful afternoon

It was a winter such as when birds die

Italian translation from PU A (II v 48-71)

Italian translation from PU B (II v 72-110)

Italian translation from PU C (IV 1-55 and 57-82)

Italian translation of ‘To Sidmouth and Castlereagh’

Italian translation of parts of Laon & Cythna

Kissing Helen(a) (Kissing Helena, together)

Letter to Maria Gisborne

Like a black spider caught

Lines to A Critic

Lines to a Reviewer (‘Alas! good friend, what profit can you see’)

Lines Written During the Castlereagh Administration

Love, Hope, Desire and Fear

Love’s Philosophy

Matilda Gathering Flowers

Mine eyes [ ] like two ever-bleeding wounds

Music (‘I pant for the music’)

My dear brother Harry

Now the day has died away

O [ ] of thought

O thou immortal deity

O thou power, the swiftest

O! what is that whose light intense

Ode to Heaven

Ode to Liberty

Ode to NaplesA

Ode to NaplesB

Ode to the West Wind

Oh time, oh night, o day

Oh, Music, thou art not “the food of Love”

On a Faded Violet

On the Medusa of Leonardo

One atom of golden cloud, like a fiery star

Orpheus (Not far from hence)

Pantherlike Spirit! Beautiful and swift

People of England, ye who toil and groan

Perhaps the only comfort that remains

Peter Bell the Third

Polluting darkness tremblingly quivers

Proteus Wordsworth, who shall bind thee

Satan at Large (‘A golden-wingèd Angel stood)

Say the beloved Son of Mercury

Shattering the sunlight into many a star

She was the ... Sepulchre

Soft pillows for the fiends

Song (Rarely, rarely comest thou)

Song of Proserpine

Song, To the Men of England

Sonnet (‘Ye hasten to the dead !’)

Sonnet: Political Greatness

Spirit of Plato (Eagle! Why soarest thou above that tomb?)

Such sorrow this lady to her took

Sucking hydras hashed in sulphur

The Birth of Pleasure (‘At the creation of the Earth’)

The Cloud

The dashing of the stream is as the voices

The dewy silence of the breathing night

The fiery mountains answer each other ('Liberty')

The fitful alternations of the rain

The Fugitives (The waters are flashing)

The gentleness of rain is in the Wind

The Indian Serenade

The laminatious gossamers were glancing

The Mask of Anarchy

The memory of the good is ever green

The Pursued and the Pursuer

The Question

The roses arose early to blossom

The Sensitive Plant

The Spirit of an infant’s purity

The sun is set, the swallows are asleep ('Evening: Ponte A Mare, Pisa')

The Towerof Famine(Amid the desolation of a city)

The vale is like a vast Metropolis

The Waning Moon

The Witch of Atlas

The Woodman and the Nightingale

There is a wind which language faints beneath

There was a gorgeous marriage feast

Thou at whose Dawn the everlasting sun

Time Long Past

Time who outruns and oversoars whatever

To – (‘I fear thy kisses’)

To – (‘When Passion’s Trance’)

To a Skylark

To lay my weary head upon thy lap

To Music (‘Silver key of the fountain of tears)

To Night

To Sidmouth and Castlereagh: Similes

To Sophia

To Stella (Thou wert the morning star among the living)

To William Shelley

To Xanthippe (Here catch this apple, girl + Here catch this apple)

Twas in a wilderness of roses where

’Twas the twentieth of October

Una vallata verde

What has thou done then, Lifted up the curtain

What if the suns and stars and Earth

What think you the dead are?

Where art thou, beloved tomorrow

Why would you overlive your life again

With weary feet chasing Unrest and Care

Within a cavern of man's trackless spirit

Within the surface of the fleeting river

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