Alastor, or the Spirit of Solitude

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. In Alastor, says Mr. W. M. Rossetti, we at last have the genuine, the immortal Shelley. It may indeed be said that the poem, though singularly lovely and full-charged with meaning, has a certain morbid vagueness of tone, a want Of firm human body: and this is true enough.