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By thy most killing sneer, and by thy smile –

By all the arts and snares of thy black den, And — for thou canst outweep the crocodile

By thy false tears — those millstones braining



By all the hate which checks a father's love

By all the scorn which kills a father's carə By those most impious hands which dared remove Nature's high bounds — by thee — and by de



Yes, the despair which bids a father groan,

And cry,“ My children are no longer mine The blood within those veins may be mine own,

But, Tyrant, their polluted souls are thine ;


I curse thee, though I hate thee not. - slave!

If thou couldst quench the earth-consuming Hell Of which thou art a demon, on thy grave

This curse should be a blessing. Fare thee well!

xiii. 2 arts and snares, Mrs. Shelley, transcripts (Forman, Frederickson2) || snares and arts, Harvard MS. ; snares and nets, Mrs. Shelley, transcripts (Forman, Frederickson); acts and snares, Mrs. Shelley, 18392.

xiv. 2 scorn || hate, Mrs. Shelley, transcript (Frederickson“). xv. 2 cry || say, transcript, (Forman, one).

3 those || their, transcripts, (Forman, one, Frederickson).

4 souls are || soul is, Harvard MS., Mrs. Shelley, transcript (Forman).



The billows on the beach are leaping around it,

The bark is weak and frail,
The sea looks black, and the clouds that bound

Darkly strew the gale.
Come with me, thou delightful child,
Come with me — though the wave is wild,
And the winds are loose, we must not stay,
Or the slaves of the law may rend thee away.


They have taken thy brother and sister dear,

They have made them unfit for thee; They have withered the smile and dried the

tear Which should have been sacred to me. To a blighting faith and a cause of crime They have bound them slaves in youthly prime, And they will curse my name and thee Because we are fearless and free.

To William Shelley. Published without title by Mrs. Shelley, i., V., vi., 18391, i.-vi., 18392. i. 1 on the beach, Mrs. Shelley, transcript, 18392 || omit 18391.

5 thou, Mrs. Shelley, 18391,2 || omit, Mrs Shelley, transcript. 8 the, Mrs. Shelley, transcript, 18391 || omit, Mrs. Shelley,


ii. 6 prime, Mrs. Shelley, transcript || time, Mrs. Shelley, 18392.

8 are fearless, Mrs. Shelley, transcript || fearless are, Mrs. Shel. ley, 18392


Come thou, beloved as thou art;

Another sleepeth still
Near thy sweet mother's anxious heart,

Which thou with joy shalt fill, -
With fairest smiles of wonder thrown
On that which is indeed our own,
And which in distant lands will be
The dearest playmate unto thee.

Fear not the tyrants will rule forever,

Or the priests of the evil faith;
They stand on the brink of that raging river

Whose waves they have tainted with death.
It is fed from the depth of a thousand dells,
Around them it foams and rages and swells;
And their swords and their sceptres I floating

see, Like wrecks on the surge of eternity.

Rest, rest, and shriek not, thou gentle child!

The rocking of the boat thou fearest,
And the cold spray and the clamor wild ? —

There sit between us two, thou dearest —
Me and thy mother well we know
The storm at which thou tremblest so,

iii. 4 shalt, Mrs. Shelley, transcript |! wilt, Mrs. Shelley, 18392.

iv. Compare Rosalind and Helen, 894–901; omit, Mrs. Shelley, transcript.

v. 1 and, Mrs. Shelley, transcript || omit, Mrs. Shelley, 18391,2.

With all its dark and hungry graves,
Less cruel than the savage slaves
Who hunt us o'er these sheltering waves.


This hour will in thy memory

Be a dream of days forgotten long;
We soon shall dwell by the azure sea
Of serene and golden Italy,
Or Greece, the Mother of the free;

And I will teach thine infant tongue
To call upon those heroes old
In their own language, and will mould
Thy growing spirit in the flame
Of Grecian lore, that by such name
A patriot's birthright thou mayst claim!


HER voice did quiver as we parted,

Yet knew I not that heart was broken From which it came, and I departed Heeding not the words then spoken.

Misery - O Misery,

This world is all too wide for thee. v. 9 us, Mrs. Shelley, transcript, 18391 || thee, Mrs. Shelley, 18392.

vi. 1 will, Mrs. Shelley, transcript, 18392 || sometime in, Mrs. Shelley, 18391. vi. 2 long, Mrs. Shelley, transcript || omit, Mrs. Shelley, 18391,2.

7 those, Mrs. Shelley, transcript, 18391 || their, Mrs. Shelley, 18392.

On Fanny Godwin. Published with title, On F. G., by Mrs. Shelley, 18391


That time is dead forever, child,
Drowned, frozen, dead forever!

We look on the past,

And stare aghast
At the spectres wailing, pale and ghast,
Of hopes which thou and I beguiled

To death on life's dark river.

The stream we gazed on then, rolled by ;
Its waves are unreturning;

But we yet stand

In a lone land,
Like tombs to mark the memory
Of hopes and fears, which fade and flee

In the light of life's dim morning.


THEY die - the dead return not. Misery

Sits near an open grave and calls them over, A Youth with hoary hair and haggard eye.

They are the names of kindred, friend and lover, Which he so feebly calls; they all are gone Fond wretch, all dead ! those vacant names alone,

Lines. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824. Composed November 5.

ii. 6 flee ll fly, Rossetti.
Death. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 1824.

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