PAGE NO. 188 cxcf The Editor in this and in other instances has risked

the addition (or the change) of a Title, that the aim of the verses following may be grasped more clearly

and immediately. 194 cxcvii Nature's Eremite : like a solitary thing in Nature.

--This beautiful Sonnet was the last word of a poet deserving the title ‘marvellous boy' in a much higher sense than Chatterton. If the fulfilment may ever safely be prophesied from the promise, England appears to have lost in Keats one whose gifts in Poetry have rarely been surpassed. Shakespeare, Milton, and Wordsworth, had their lives been closed at twenty-five, would (so far as we know) have left poems of less excellence and hope than thé youth who, from the petty school and the London surgery, passed at once to a place with them of

high collateral glory.' 196 CCI

It is impossible not to regret that Moore has written

so little in this sweet and genuinely national style. CCII A masterly example of Byron's command of strong

thought and close reasoning in verse :-as the next is equally characteristic of Shelley's wayward intensity, and cctv of the dramatic power, the vital identification of the poet with other times and characters, in which Scott is second only to Shakes

peare. 206 ccix Bonnivard, a Genevese, was imprisoned by the

Duke of Savoy in Chillon on the lake of Geneva for his courageous defence of his country against the tyranny with which Piedmont threatened it during the first half of the seventeenth century.-This noble Sonnet is worthy to stand near Milton's on the

Vaudois massacre. сах Switzerland was usurped by the French under

Napoleon in 1800 : Venice in 1797 (CCXI). 209 ccxv This battle was fought Dec. 2, 1800, between the

Austrians under Archduke John and the French under Moreau, in a forest near Munich. Hohen

Linden means High Limetrees. 212 ccxvii. After the capture of Madrid by Napoleon, Sir J.

Moore retreated before Soult and Ney to Corunna, and was killed whilst covering the embarcation of his troops.

His tomb, built by Ney, bears this inscription-John Moore, leader of the English

armies, slain in battle, 1809.' 225 CCXXIX The Mermaid was the club-house of Shakespeare,

Ben Jonson, and other choice spirits of that age. 226 ccxxx Maisie : Mary. Scott has given us nothing more

complete and lovely than this little song, which unites simplicity and dramatic power to a wildwood music of the rarest quality. No moral is drawn, far less any conscious analysis of feeling attempted :-the pathetic meaning is left to be suggested by the

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mere presentment of the situation. Inexperienced critics have often named this, which may be called the Homeric manner, superficial, from its apparent simple facility : but first rate excellence in it (as shown here, in cxcvI, CLVI, and cxxix) is in truth one of the least common triumphs of Poetry.-This style should be compared with what is not less perfect in its way, the searching out of inner feeling, the expression of hidden meanings, the revelation of the heart of Nature and of the Soul within the Soul, – the Analytical method, in short, -must completely repre

sented by Wordsworth and by Shelley. 231 ccXXXIV correi: covert on a hillside. Cumber: trouble. 243 CCXLIII This poem has an exaltation and a glory, joined

with an exquisiteness of expression, which place it in the highest rank amongst the many masterpieces

of its illustrious Author. 252 cclii interlunar swoon : interval of the Moon's invisibility. 257 CCLVI Calpe : Gibraltar.- Lofoden : the Maelstroni whiri

pool off the N.W. coast of Norway. 259 CCLVII This lovely poem refers here and there to a ballad

by Hamilton on the subject better treated in cxxvII

and cXXVIII. 271 CCLXVIII Arcturi: seemingly used for northern stars. - And

wild roses &c. Our language has no line modulated with more subtle sweetness. A good poet might have written And roses wild :-yet this slight change

would disenchant the verse of its peculiar beauty, 275 CCLXX Ceres' daughter : Proserpine. God of Torment: Pluto. CCLXXI This impassioned address expresses Shelley's most

rapt imaginations, and is the direct modern representative of the feeling which led the Greeks to the

worship of Nature. 284 CCLXXIV The leading idea of this beautiful description of a

day's landscape in Italy is expressed with an obscurity not unfrequent with its author. It appears to be, -On the voyage of life are many moments of pleasure, given by the sight of Nature, who has

power to heal even the worldliness and the uncharity 285 1. 24 Amphitrite was daughter to Ocean. 286

1. 1 Sungirt City : It is difficult not to believe that the correct reading Seagirt. Many of Shelley's poems appear to have been printed in England during his residence abroad : others were printed from his manuscripts after his death. Hence probably the text of no English Poet after 1660 contains so many errors.

See the Note on No. ix. 289 CCLxxv 1. 21 Maenad: a frenzied Nymph, attendant on

Dionysus in the Greek mythology.

of man.

She was a phantom of delight
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, ncr boundless sea
Since there's no help, come let us kiss and part
Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile
Souls of Poets dead and gone
Spring, the sweet Spring, is the year's pleasant king
Star that bringest home the bee
Stern Daughter of the voice of God
Surprized by joy-impatient as the wind
Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes
Sweet Highland Girl, a very shower
Sweet stream, that winds through yonder glade
Swiftly walk over the western wave

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Take O take those lips away
Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind
Tell me where is Fancy bred .
That time of year thou may'st in me behold
That which her slender waist confined
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day
The forward youth that would appear.
The fountains mingle with the river
The glories of our blood and state
The last and greatest Herald of Heaven's King
The lovely lass o' Inverness
The merchant, to secure his treasure.
The more we live, more brief appear
The poplars are fell’d, farewell to the shade
There be none of Beauty's daughters .
There is a flower, the Lesser Celandine
There is a garden in her face.
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream .
The sun is warm, the sky is clear
The sun upon the lake is low
The twentieth year is well nigh past
The World is too much with us : late and soon
The World's a bubble, and the Life of Man
They that have power to hurt, and will do none
This is the month, and this the happy morn
This Life, which seems so fair
Three years she grew in sun and shower
Thy braes were bonny, Yarrow stream
Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright
Timely blossom, Infant fair
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry.
Toll for the Brave
To me, fair Friend, you never can be old
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won
'Twas on a lofty vase's side
Two Voices are there, one is of the Sea

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Under the greenwood tree
Verse, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying
Victorious men of earth, no more .

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Waken, lords and ladies gay
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin', tiin'rous beastie
Were I as base as is the lowly plain
We talk'd with open heart, and tongue
We walk'd along, while bright and red
We watch'd her breathing thro' the night
Whenas in silks my Julia goes
When Britain tirst at Heaven's command
When first the fiery-mantled Sun
When God at first made Man
When he who adores thee has left but the name
When icicles hang by the wall
When I consider how my light is spent
When I have borne in memory what has tamed
When I have fears that I may cease to be
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
When in the chronicle of wasted time
When lovely woman stoops to folly
When Love with unconfined wings
When maidens such as Hester die .
When Music, heavenly maid, was young
When Ruth was left half desolate
When the lamp is shatter'd
When the sheep are in the fauld, and the kye at hame.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
When we two parted
Where art thou, my beloved Son
Where shall the lover rest.
Where the remote Bermudas ride
While that the sun with his beams hot
Whoe'er she be
Why art thou silent ! Is thy love a plant
Why, Damon, with the forward day
Why so pade and wan, fond lover
Why weep ye by the tide, ladie.
With little here to do or see .

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Ye banks and braes and streams around
Ye banks and braes o' bonnie Doon
Ye distant spires, ye antique towers
Ye Mariners of England
Yes, there is holy pleasure in thine eye
Yet once more, () ye laurels, and once more
You meaner beauties of the night

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290 CCLXXV 1. 4 Plants under water sympathize with the seasons

of the land, and hence with the winds which affect

them. 291 cclxxvi Written soon after the death, by shipwreck, of

Wordsworth's brother John. This Poem should be compared with Shelley's following it. Each is the most complete expression of the innermost spirit of his art given by these great Poets :-of that Idea which, as in the case of the true Painter, (to quote the words of Reynolds,) 'subsists only in the mind : The sight never beheld it, nor has the hand expressed it; it is an idea residing in the breast of the artist, which he is always labouring to impart, and

which he dies at last without imparting.' 292 the Kind: the human race. 293 CCLXXVIII Proteus represented the everlasting changes,

united with ever-recurrent sameness, of the Sea. CCLXXIX the Royal Saint : Henry VI.