FRAGMENT: WINE OF EGLANTINE.

I AM drunk with the honey wine
Of the moon-unfolded eglantine,

Which fairies catch in hyacinth bowls:1-
The bats, the dormice, and the moles
Sleep in the walls or under the sward
Of the desolate Castle yard;

And when 'tis spilt on the summer earth
Or its fumes arise among the dew,
Their jocund dreams are full of mirth,
They gibber their joy in sleep; for few
Of the fairies bear those bowls so new!

FRAGMENT: CALM THOUGHTS.

YE gentle visitations of calm thought-
Moods like the memories of happier earth,
Which come arrayed in thoughts of little worth,
Like stars in clouds by the weak winds enwrought,
But that the clouds depart and stars remain,
While they remain, and ye, alas, depart!

FRAGMENT: DEAD BUT NOT FORGOTTEN.

AND where is truth? On tombs ? for such to thee
Has been my heart--and thy dead memory
Has lain from childhood, many a changeful year-
Unchangingly preserved and buried there.

In Mrs. Shelley's editions, buds; but bowls in the MS., as stated by Mr.

VOL. IV.

Garnett, at p. 95 of the Relics of
Shelley.

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FRAGMENT:

"A GENTLE STORY OF TWO LOVERS YOUNG."1

A GENTLE story of two lovers young,

Who met in innocence and died in sorrow,
And of one selfish heart, whose rancour clung
Like curses on them; are ye slow to borrow
The lore of truth from such a tale?
Or in this world's deserted vale,

Do ye not see a star of gladness

Pierce the shadows of its sadness,

When ye are cold, that love is a light sent From heaven, which none shall quench, to cheer the

FRAGMENT: AN UNFINISHED TALE.

ONE sung of thee who left the tale untold,

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Like the false dawns which perish in the bursting: Like empty cups of wrought and dædal gold,

Which mock the lips with air, when they are thirsting.

FRAGMENT: THE ROMAN'S CHAMBER.

I.

IN the cave which wild weeds cover

Wait for thine ætherial lover;

For the pallid moon is waning,

O'er the spiral cypress hanging And the moon no cloud is staining.

II.

It was once a Roman's chamber,

Where he kept his darkest revels,
And the wild weeds twine and clamber;

It was then a chasm for devils.

FRAGMENT: ROME AND NATURE.

ROME has fallen, ye see it lying

Heaped in undistinguished ruin : Nature is alone undying.

FRAGMENT: POETRY AND MUSIC.

How sweet it is to sit and read the tales
Of mighty poets and to hear the while
Sweet music, which when the attention fails
Fills the dim pause-

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