No, no, no.

I protest against anything I have not reprinted.

The Prometheus poems bear the mark of their time, which was one of greenness and immaturity.

Indeed, the responsibility for what I _acknowledge_ in print is hard enough to bear.

Don't put another stick on the overloaded--_ass_, shall I say candidly?
* * * * * _To Mrs.Martin_ Bagni di Lucca: October 5, [1853].
My dearest Mrs.Martin, I am delighted to have your letter at last, and should have come upon you like a storm in a day or two if you hadn't written, for really I began to be low in patience.