Queen Mab: Part IX. (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
'O happy Earth, reality of Heaven! To which those restless souls that ceaselessly Throng through the human universe, aspire! Thou consummation of all ...
'O happy Earth, reality of Heaven! To which those restless souls that ceaselessly Throng through the human universe, aspire! Thou consummation of all ...
Hear me, O beeches! YouThat have with ageless anguish slowly risenFrom earth's still secret prisonInto the ampler prison of aery ...
White as white butterflies that each one dons Her face their wide white wings to shade withal,Many moon-daisies throng the water-spring. While ...
ITHE DARKNESS rolls upward. The thick darkness carries with it Rain and a ravel of cloud. The sun comes forth upon earth. Palely the ...
See yonder wretched little girl,Braving cold, and want, and peril,Wandering through the frozen street,Seeking her she fears to meet;Matted locks ...
Where leap the long Atlantic swells In foam-streaked stretch of hill and dale,Where shrill the north-wind demon yells, And flings the spindrift ...
The sails hang dead, or they lift and flap like a cornfield scarecrow's coat,And the seabirds swim abreast of us ...
Oh Sea, that with infinite sadness, and infinite yearningLiftest thy crystal forehead toward the unpitying stars,—Evermore ebbing and flowing, and ...
I have no Brother,-they who meet me nowOffer a hand with their own wills defiled,And, while they wear a smooth ...
Give me light, God irrefutable, Inexplicable architect of the universe, Creator of fate and recognition, Tempest of breath, central ability, ...
O Hesper-Phosphor, far away Shining, the first, the last white star, Hear'st thou the strange, the ghostly cry, ...
The fact which suggested this poem is related by Clarke in his Travels.I.Blue sky above, blue sea below,Far off, the ...
To Scythian and Cantabrian plots, Pay them no heed, O Quintius! So long as we From care are ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
The Moon, how definite its orb! Yet gaze again, and with a steady gaze-- 'Tis there indeed,--but where is it ...
As for that other thing which comes when the eyelid is glazed and the wax gleam from the unwrinkled forehead ...
The day comes slowly in the railyard behind the ice factory. It broods on one cinder after another until each ...
How tall among her sisters, and how fair, -- How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair As dawn, 'mid wrinkled ...
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