Epipsychidion (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
VERSES ADDRESSED TO THE NOBLE AND UNFORTUNATE LADY, EMILIA V---,NOW IMPRISONED IN THE CONVENT OF ---L'anima amante si slancia fuori ...
VERSES ADDRESSED TO THE NOBLE AND UNFORTUNATE LADY, EMILIA V---,NOW IMPRISONED IN THE CONVENT OF ---L'anima amante si slancia fuori ...
Now Douglas furth his wayis tais,And in that selff tyme fell throw caisThat the king off ...
ITo Thee, Most Holy, Most Obscure, light-hidden,Shedding light in the darkness of the mindAs gold beams wake the air to ...
Now I know when will come the last morning — when the Light no more scares away Night and Love ...
All the loud winds were in the garden wood,All shadows joyfuller than lissom houndsDoubled in chasing, all exultant cloudsThat ever ...
I have crept forth to die among the trees.They have sweet voices that I love to hear,Sweet, lute-like voices. They ...
Be hopeful, sweet singer; man may not raiseTo lays that thou pourest high peans of praise:The nightingale's song will ever ...
Thou shaking thy dark shadows down,Like leaves before the first leaves fall,Pourest upon the head of nightHer loveliest loveliness of ...
Deliverance is not for me in renunciation.I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight.Thou ever pourest ...
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frailvessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever ...
Escaped from all the perils of the sea,—Storms, shoals,—the angry and engulphing waves,—Here stand we, on a savage shore,—all free,Thy ...
First-born of the creating Voice!Minister of God's Spirit, who wast sentWaiting upon him first, what time he wentMoving about mid ...
Oh Lord, when all our bones are thrust Beyond the gaze of all but Thine; And these blaspheming tongues are ...
Song (Act V, scene i) And this place our forefathers made for man ...
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ...
Deliverance is not for me in renunciation. I feel the embrace of freedom in a thousand bonds of delight. Thou ...
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In ...
Young palmer sun, that to these shining sands Pourest thy pilgrim's tale, discoursing still Thy silver passages of sacred lands, ...
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