The Sunset (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
There late was One within whose subtle being,As light and wind within some delicate cloudThat fades amid the blue noon's ...
There late was One within whose subtle being,As light and wind within some delicate cloudThat fades amid the blue noon's ...
He stands above all worldly schism, And, gazing over life's abysm, Beholds within the starry range Of heaven laws of death and change, That, ...
In my garden it is night-time,But a still time and a bright time,For the moon rains down her splendor,And my ...
'Tis near the morning watch, the dim lamp burnsBut scarcely shows how dark the slumbering street;No sound of life the ...
Above the wall that's broken,And from the coppice thinned,So sacred and so sweetThe lilac in the wind!And when by night ...
EUGENIOTOEMMA,ON HER RETURN FROM THE EAST-INDIE APRIL 15, 1781. START not, dear EMMA ...
In that soft season, when descending show'rsCall forth the greens, and wake the rising flow'rs;When op'ning buds salute the welcome ...
Through the lattice rushes the south wind, dense With fumes of the flowery frankincense From hawthorn blossoming thickly; And gold ...
A CHORUS OF HUMAN SPIRITS IN THE MIST.FAR in the shuddering spaces of the NorthWe live. We saw a ShapeOf ...
You prate about your busy town, And look upon myself with pity,As something too much overgrown To grace your cultivated ...
On what part of this rough and toiling planet Are you now this lonely hour—sweet Janet, say?O, tell me if ...
I.ON the high road travelling steady,Sure, alert, and ever ready,Prompt to seize all fit occasion,Courting power and wealth and station;One ...
In the ancient town of Bruges, In the quaint old Flemish city, As the evening shades descended, Low and loud ...
I like a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic ...
En l'an trentiesme do mon aage Que toutes mes hontes j'ay beues... PIPIT sate upright in her chair Some distance ...
LO here a little volume, but great Book A nest of new-born sweets; Whose native fires disdaining To ly thus ...
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as ...
A woman who writes feels too much, those trances and portents! As if cycles and children and islands weren't enough; ...
Thou wast all that to me, love, For which my soul did pine- A green isle in the sea, love, ...
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