Queen Mab: Part V. (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
'Thus do the generations of the earth Go to the grave and issue from the womb, Surviving still the imperishable change That renovates ...
'Thus do the generations of the earth Go to the grave and issue from the womb, Surviving still the imperishable change That renovates ...
Of all that Nature's rural prospects yield, The chrystal fountain and the flow'ry field, Enough, my Muse!-the force of Beauty trace Now in ...
Evil-eyed loiterer, pilgrim of fashion, Sunless and hard is thy frost-bitten heart;Scoffing at nature's affection and passion, Till thou hast made the ...
Lead us, Evolution, lead usUp the future's endless stair;Chop us, change us, prod us, weed us.For stagnation is despair:Groping, guessing, ...
The wind came up from the black streets my childhood knewAnd talked to me although I closed my ears,Although I ...
Meanwhile, within the heart of the dead sun, After that glory angelic had passed out, Long time reigned silence, night ...
An ode after Easter.Cast wide the folding doorways of the East,For now is light increased!And the wind-besomed chambers of the ...
Spirit of Earth! thy hand is chill:I've felt its icy clasp;And, shuddering, I remember stillThat stony-hearted grasp.Thine eye bids love ...
Once an anthropoidal ape, Hairy, savage, strange of shape,On a day that was excessively B.C., In a forest damp ...
Prisoners of risk and rigour long agoWho have done battle under honour's name,Hoped (living or shot down) some meed of ...
Happiness, to some, elation; Is, to others, mere stagnation. Days of passive somnolence, At its wildest, indolence. Hours of empty ...
Lead us, Evolution, lead us Up the future's endless stair; Chop us, change us, prod us, weed us. For stagnation ...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, "O Soul, make merry ...
We couldn't sit and study for the law; The stagnation of a bank we couldn't stand; For our riot blood ...
Troubled slumbering of things, the curtain blown aside by the gush of the salty wind, the advent of the tide ...
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