NOTES: 
2 The 1862; That 1834.
4, 5 So 1862;
Up a green slope, beneath the starry roof,
With slow, slow steps—­ 1834.
6 inmost 1862; leafy 1834.
9 So 1862; The slow, soft stroke of a continuous sleep cj.  Rossetti, 1870.
9-28 So 1862;
       Like the sweet breathing of a child asleep: 
       Already I had lost myself so far
       Amid that tangled wilderness that I
       Perceived not where I ventured, but no fear
       Of wandering from my way disturbed, when nigh
       A little stream appeared; the grass that grew
       Thick on its banks impeded suddenly
       My going on. 1834.
13 the 1862; their cj.  Rossetti, 1870.
26 through]the cj.  Rossetti.
28 hue 1862; dew 1834.
30 dew 1862; hue 1834.
32 Eternal shades 1862; Of the close boughs 1834.
33 So 1862; No ray of moon or sunshine would endure 1834.
34, 35 So 1862;
         My feet were motionless, but mid the glooms
         Darted my charmed eyes—­1834.
37 Which 1834; That 1862.
39 So 1834; Dissolves all other thought...1862.
40 So 1862; Appeared a solitary maid—­she went 1834.
46 Towards 1862; Unto 1834.
47 thee, to come 1862; thee O come 1834.

***

FRAGMENT.

ADAPTED FROM THE VITA NUOVA OF DANTE.

[Published by Forman, “Poetical Works of P. B. S.”, 1876.]

What Mary is when she a little smiles
I cannot even tell or call to mind,
It is a miracle so new, so rare.

***

UGOLINO.

(Published by Medwin, “Life of Shelley”, 1847, with Shelley’s corrections in italics [’’].—­ED.)

INFERNO 33, 22-75.

[Translated by Medwin and corrected by Shelley.]

Now had the loophole of that dungeon, still
Which bears the name of Famine’s Tower from me,
And where ’tis fit that many another will

Be doomed to linger in captivity,
Shown through its narrow opening in my cell 5
‘Moon after moon slow waning’, when a sleep,

’That of the future burst the veil, in dream
Visited me.  It was a slumber deep
And evil; for I saw, or I did seem’

To see, ‘that’ tyrant Lord his revels keep 10
The leader of the cruel hunt to them,
Chasing the wolf and wolf-cubs up the steep

Ascent, that from ‘the Pisan is the screen’
Of ‘Lucca’; with him Gualandi came,
Sismondi, and Lanfranchi, ’bloodhounds lean, 15

Trained to the sport and eager for the game
Wide ranging in his front;’ but soon were seen
Though by so short a course, with ‘spirits tame,’

The father and ‘his whelps’ to flag at once,
And then the sharp fangs gored their bosoms deep. 20
Ere morn I roused myself, and heard my sons,