NOTE: For the metre see Fragment: "A Gentle Story" (A.C. Bradley.) *** FRAGMENT: SATAN BROKEN LOOSE. [Published by Rossetti, "Complete Poetical Works of P. B. S.", 1870.] A golden-winged Angel stood Before the Eternal Judgement-seat: His looks were wild, and Devils' blood Stained his dainty hands and feet. The Father and the Son _5 Knew that strife was now begun. They knew that Satan had broken his chain, And with millions of daemons in his train, Was ranging over the world again. Before the Angel had told his tale, _10 A sweet and a creeping sound Like the rushing of wings was heard around; And suddenly the lamps grew pale-- The lamps, before the Archangels seven, That burn continually in Heaven. _15 *** FRAGMENT: "IGNICULUS DESIDERII". [Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Poetical Works", 1839, 1st edition. This fragment is amongst the Shelley manuscripts at the Bodleian. See Mr. C.D. Locock's "Examination", etc., 1903, page 63.] To thirst and find no fill--to wail and wander With short unsteady steps--to pause and ponder-- To feel the blood run through the veins and tingle Where busy thought and blind sensation mingle; To nurse the image of unfelt caresses _5 Till dim imagination just possesses The half-created shadow, then all the night Sick... NOTES: _2 unsteady B.; uneasy 1839, 1st edition. _7, _8 then...Sick B.; wanting, 1839, 1st edition. *** FRAGMENT: "AMOR AETERNUS". [Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Poetical Works", 1839, 1st edition.] Wealth and dominion fade into the mass Of the great sea of human right and wrong, When once from our possession they must pass; But love, though misdirected, is among The things which are immortal, and surpass _5 All that frail stuff which will be--or which was. *** FRAGMENT: THOUGHTS COME AND GO IN SOLITUDE. [Published by Mrs. Shelley, "Poetical Works", 1839, 1st edition.] My thoughts arise and fade in solitude, The verse that would invest them melts away Like moonlight in the heaven of spreading day: How beautiful they were, how firm they stood, Flecking the starry sky like woven pearl! _5 *** A HATE-SONG. [Published by Rossetti, "Complete Poetical Works of P. B. S.", 1870.] A hater he came and sat by a ditch, And he took an old cracked lute; And he sang a song which was more of a screech 'Gainst a woman that was a brute. *** LINES TO A CRITIC. [Published by Hunt in "The Liberal", No. 3, 1823. Reprinted in "Posthumous Poems", 1824, where it is dated December, 1817.] 1. Honey from silkworms who can gather, Or silk from the yellow bee? The grass may grow in winter weather As soon as hate in me. 2. Hate men who cant, and men who pray, _5 And men who rail like thee; An equal passion to repay They are not coy like me.