BIOGRAPHY. The most comprehensive and authoritative life of Shelley is that by Professor Dowden in two volumes, London, 1886. Among the shorter biographies may be mentioned those by W. M. Rossetti (Shelley Society's Publications), by J. A. Symonds (English Men of Letters Series), and by Wm. Sharp (Great Writers Series). J. Cordy Jeaffreson's The Real Shelley, in two volumes, presents the view of the Advocatus Diaboli; it is one-sided and digressive, but acute and, as a corrective, sometimes useful. Among the more important original sources generally accessible, besides Shelley's own letters, etc., are the notes in Mrs. Shelley's editions, the life by Shelley's friend Hogg (which does not cover his later years), an account of the last months of the poet's life by Trelawny in his Records of Shelley, Byron, and the Author (these accounts by Hogg and Trelawny based on personal knowledge are specially vivid and interesting), and the Memorials of Shelley in Peacock's collected works. MISCELLANEOUS. Among the numerous critical essays may be mentioned those by Stopford A. Brooke (being his introduction to his Poems of Shelley), Walter Bagehot (Literary Studies), R. H. Hutton (Literary Essays), W. H. Myers (Ward's English Poets), Professor Baynes (Edinburgh Review, Vol. CXXXIII), Leslie Stephen (Hours in a Library). The Shelley Society's Publications include A Shelley Concordance by F. S. Ellis, a Shelley Primer by H. S. Salt, an essay on the Prometheus by W. M. Rossetti, and various other essays, notes, etc., on matters pertaining to Shelley. A volume of selections from his letters edited by Dr. Garnett is in the Parchment Library; from his essays and letters, in the Camelot Classics. A Study of Shelley by J. Todhunter gives an extended examination of his works. Annotated editions of the Prometheus by Miss Vida D. Scudder; of the Adonais by W. M. Rossetti (Clarendon Press), and by Professor Hales (Longer English Poems); of the Alastor, with translation into French prose, by Al. Beljame (Hachette, Paris); of the Essay on Poetry by Professor Cook. For sources and parallel passages, Dr. Richard Ackermann's Quellen, Vorbilder, Stoffe zu Shelley's Poetischen Werken (viz., Alastor, Epipsychidion, Adonais, Hellas), Erlangen and Leipzig, 1890, and the same author's article on the Prometheus in Englische Studien, Band XVI, may be consulted. A bibliography is appended to Shelley in the Great Writers Series. INDEX OF FIRST LINES. A glorious people vibrated again, A Sensitive Plant in a garden An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king, 158. Best and brightest, come away, 288. Do you not hear the Aziola cry, Earth, ocean, air, beloved brother- Echoes we listen, 95. From the ends of the earth, from the ends of the earth, 75. 202. From unremembered ages we, 83. Good night? ah! no; the hour is ill, 219. Ha! Ha! the caverns of my hol- Hail to thee, blithe spirit, 181. 30. I arise from dreams of thee, 163. I dreamed that, as I wandered by I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden, I met a traveller from an antique I stood within the city disinterred, I weep for Adonais - he is dead, If I walk in Autumn's even, 277. Life may change, but it may fly not, 280. Life of Life, thy lips enkindle, 114. Like the ghost of a dear friend Listen, listen, Mary mine, 32. Madonna, wherefore hast thou Many a green isle needs must be, Men of England, wherefore plough, 158. Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor Now the last day of many days, O, wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, 160. On the brink of the night and the morning, 112. One came forth of gentle worth, One word is too often profaned, Orphan hours, the year is dead, 222. Our spoil is won, 141. Palace-roof of cloudless nights, Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know, 27. Rarely, rarely, comest thou, 249. Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth, 200. She left me at the silent time, 297. Sleep, sleep on! forget thy pain, Sweet Spirit! Sister of that orphan Swifter far than summer's flight, Swiftly walk o'er the western wave, Tell me, thou star, whose wings of That time is dead for ever, child, The awful shadow of some unseen The cold earth slept below, 26. The Fountains mingle with the The golden gates of Sleep unbar, The keen stars were twinkling, The odour from the flower is gone, The pale stars are gone, 135. The serpent is shut out from para- The sleepless Hours who watch The snow upon my lifeless moun- The spider spreads her webs, |