Ode to the West Wind. That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon. To a Skylark. The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn. Written on hearing the News of the Death of Napoleon.
All love is sweet, Given or returned.
Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever. . . . . . . 2 Prometheus Unbound. Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and this must be Our chastisement or recompense. Julian and Maddalo. 3 Julian and Maddalo.