The Online Library of Liberty

A project of Liberty Fund, Inc.

• 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.

TO —

• • Mine eyes were dim with tears unshed;
  • Yes, I was firm—thus did not thou;—
  • My baffled looks did fear yet dread
  • To meet thy looks—I could not know
  • How anxiously they sought to shine
  • With soothing pity upon mine.
• • To sit and curb the soul’s mute rage
  • Which preys upon itself alone;
  • To curse the life which is the cage
  • Of fettered grief that dares not groan,
  • Hiding from many a careless eye
  • The scorned load of agony.
• • Whilst thou alone, then not regarded,
  • The [[         ]] thou alone should be,
  • To spend years thus, and be rewarded,
  • As thou, sweet love, requited me
  • When none were near—Oh! I did wake
  • From torture for that moment’s sake.
• • Upon my heart thy accents sweet
  • Of peace and pity, fell like dew
  • On flowers half dead;—thy lips did meet
  • Mine tremblingly; thy dark eyes threw
  • Thy soft persuasion on my brain,
  • Charming away its dream of pain.
• • We are not happy, sweet; our state
  • Is strange and full of doubt and fear;
  • More need of words that ills abate;—
  • Reserve or censure come not near
  • Our sacred friendship, lest there be
  • No solace left for thou and me.
• • Gentle and good and mild thou art,
  • Nor I can live if thou appear
  • Aught but thyself, or turn thine heart
  • Away from me, or stoop to wear
  • The mask of scorn, although it be
  • To hide the love thou feel for me.