The Online Library of Liberty

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• Preface.
• Julian and Maddalo; a Conversation.
• The Witch of Atlas.
• Letter to —
• The Triumph of Life.
• Fragments From an Unfinished Drama.
• Prince Athanase: a Fragment.
• Ode to Naples. *
• Marianne’s Dream.
• Mont Blanc. Lines Written In the Vale of Chamouni.
• Miscellaneous Poems.
• On the Medusa of Leonardo Da Vinci, In the Florentine Gallery.
• Song.
• To Constantia, Singing.
• The Fugitives.
• A Lament.
• The Pine Forest of the Cascine, Near Pisa.
• To Night.
• Evening. Ponte a Mare, Pisa.
• Arethusa.
• The Question.
• Lines to an Indian Air.
• Stanzas Written In Dejection, Near Naples.
• Autumn: a Dirge.
• Hymn of Apollo.
• Hymn of Pan.
• The Boat On the Serchio.
• The Zucca. *
• The Two Spirits. an Allegory.
• A Fragment.
• A Bridal Song.
• The Sunset.
• Song, On a Faded Violet.
• Lines to a Critic.
• Good Night.
• To-morrow.
• Death.
• A Lament.
• Love’s Philosophy.
• To E*** V***
• To —
• Lines.
• To William Shelley.
• An Allegory.
• Mutability.
• From the Arabic. an Imitation.
• To —
• Music.
• Lines.
• Death.
• To —
• Passage of the Apennines.
• To Mary —
• The Past.
• Song of a Spirit.
• Liberty.
• To —
• The Isle.
• To —
• Time.
• Lines.
• A Song.
• The World’s Wanderers.
• A Dirge.
• Lines.
• Dirge For the Year.
• Sonnet I.
• Sonnet II. Political Greatness.
• Sonnet III.
• Sonnet IV.
• Fragments.
• Ginevra. *
• Charles the First. Fragments.
• Prince Athanase. Part II.
• Mazenghi. *
• The Woodman and the Nightingale.
• To the Moon.
• Song For Tasso.
• The Waning Moon.
• Epitaph.
• Alastor; Or the Spirit of Solitude.
• Translations.
• Hymn to Mercury. Translated From the Greek of Homer
• The Cyclops; a Satyric Drama.
• Translation From Moschus.
• Scenes From the “magico Prodigioso” of Calderon.
• Scenes From the Faust of GoËthe.

HYMN OF PAN.

• • From the forests and highlands
  • We come, we come;
  • From the river-girt islands,
  • Where loud waves are dumb
  • Listening to my sweet pipings.
  • The wind in the reeds and the rushes,
  • The bees on the bells of thyme,
  • The birds on the myrtle bushes,
  • The cicale above in the lime,
  • And the lizards below in the grass,
  • Were as silent as ever old Tmolus* was,
  • Listening to my sweet pipings.
• • Liquid Peneus was flowing,
  • And all dark Tempe lay
  • In Pelion’s shadow, outgrowing
  • The light of the dying day,
  • Speeded by my sweet pipings.
  • The Sileni, and Sylvans, and Fauns,
  • And the Nymphs of the woods and waves,
  • To the edge of the moist river-lawns,
  • And the brink of the dewy caves,
  • And all that did then attend and follow
  • Were silent with love, as you now, Apollo,
  • With envy of my sweet pipings.
• • I sang of the dancing stars,
  • I sang of the dædal Earth,
  • And of Heaven—and the giant wars,
  • And Love, and Death, and Birth,—
  • And then I changed my pipings,—
  • Singing how down the vale of Menalus
  • I pursued a maiden and clasped a reed:
  • Gods and men, we are all deluded thus!
  • It breaks in our bosom and then we bleed:
  • All wept, as I think both ye now would,
  • If envy or age had not frozen your blood,
  • At the sorrow of my sweet pipings.

[* ]This and the former poem were written at the request of a friend, to be inserted in a drama on the subject of Midas. Apollo and Pan contended before Tmolus for the prize in music.