Poems of Shelley (1907)
To the left, we show the Frontispiece depicting
Percy Bysshe Shelley prepared by A S Hartrick.
On the right, we show the Vignette Title
also prepared by A S Hartrick.
In his Introduction to Poems of Shelley, Professor John Churton Collins provides a comprehensive survey of Shelley's
literary achievements, but perhaps the most insightful comments on Shelley's purpose in writing are provided by the
following quote from Shelley himself:
I do remember well the hour which burst
My spirit's sleep: a fresh May-dawn it was
When I walked forth upon the glittering grass
And wept, I know not why: until there rose
From the near school-room voices, that, alas,
Were but one echo from a world of woes,
The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
And then I claspt my hands and looked around,
But none was near to mock my streaming eyes,
Which poured their warm drops on the sunny ground
So without shame I spake: - "I will be wise,
And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies
Such power, for I grow weary to behold
The selfish and the strong still tyrannise
Without reproach or check." I then controlled
My tears, my heart grew calm, and I was meek and bold.
And from that hour did I with earnest thought,
Heap knowledge from forbidden mines of lore,
Yet nothing that my tyrants knew or taught
I cared to learn, but from the secret store
Wrought linked armour for my soul, before
It might go forth to war among mankind.
Given such words, perhaps it is little wonder that Shelley has been termed Un Titan nella forma d'un Angelo, or, 'a Titan
in an Angel's form'.
The illustrations by King - highlighted by silver- and
rose accents - are gorgeous and capture the themes in
this collection of works from Shelley in beautiful form.
Alastor; or, The Spirit of Solitude
Making the wild his home
The Revolt of Islam
The Desolated Village
There was a desolate village in a wood
With garlands pied and starry sea-flower crowns
Alone, desolate and apart
Until thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth
To a Skylark
The world should listen then - as I am listening now
Hymn of Pan
Listening to my sweet pipings
Wrap thy form in a mantle gray,
Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day;
Kiss her until she be wearied out