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EPIPSYCHIDION (1820)-
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Epipsychidion
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Preface
ADONAIS; AN Elegy on the Death of John KEATS (1821)—
Adonais
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HELLAS (1821)-
Hellas
Shelley's Notes
Note by Mrs. Shelley
SECTION II.-MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
EARLY POEMS-
To Coleridge.
Stanzas (April 1814)
Mutability (We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon)
On Death (The pale, the cold, and the moony smile)
A Summer-Evening Churchyard, Lechlade, Gloucestershire (1815)
To Wordsworth
Feelings of a Republican on the Fall of Bonaparte
Lines (The cold earth slept below)
POEMS WRITTEN IN 1816-
The Sunset
Hymn to Intellectual Beauty
Mont Blanc
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Death (They die-the dead return not. Misery).
To Constantia, Singing
Sonnet, Ozymandias.
To the Lord Chancellor
To William Shelley (The billows on the beach are leaping around it)
Lines (That time is dead for ever, child)
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Sonnet (Lift not the painted veil which those who live)
Lines written among the Euganean Hills .
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Sonnet (Ye hasten to the dead: what seek ye there)
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Lines written on hearing the news of the Death of Napoleon
Mutability (The flower that smiles to-day).
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4. Dear home, thou scene of earliest hopes and joys (1816)
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5. A shovel of his ashes took
6. Those whom nor power, nor lying faith, nor toil (1817)
7. For me, my friend, if not that tears did tremble
13. No, Music, thou art not the God of Love
14. Music (The silver key of the fountain of tears)
15. To thirst, and find no fill-to wail, and wander
16. Wealth and dominion fade into the mass
17. My thoughts arise and fade in solitude
18. Otho
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19. To Mary Shelley (1818)
20. The Woodman and the Nightingale
21. O mighty mind, in whose deep stream this age
22. Silence! Oh well are Death and Sleep and Thou
23. The fierce beasts of the woods and wildernesses
24. My head is wild with weeping for a grief
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35. To William Shelley (Thy little footsteps on the sands)
36. To William Shelley (My lost William, thou in whom)
37. My dearest Mary, wherefore hast thou gone
38. When a lover clasps his fairest .
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40. And where is truth? On tombs? for such to thee
44. What men gain fairly-that they should possess
45. Wake the serpent not-lest he.
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