To Jane: The Invitation (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
Best and brightest, come away!Fairer far than this fair Day,Which, like thee to those in sorrow,Comes to bid a sweet ...
Best and brightest, come away!Fairer far than this fair Day,Which, like thee to those in sorrow,Comes to bid a sweet ...
I did but dream. I never knewWhat charms our sternest season wore.Was never yet the sky so blue,Was never earth ...
Shall we wake one morn of spring,Glad at heart of everything,Yet pensive with the thought of eve?Then the white house ...
If I should wish hereafter that your heartShould beat with one fair memory of me,May Time's hard hand our footsteps ...
Here is the place where Loveliness keeps house,Between the river and the wooded hills,Within a valley where the Springtime spillsHer ...
To you, troop so fleet,That with winged wandering feet,Through the wide world pass,And with soft murmuringToss the green shades of ...
I.IN the beautiful Castleton Island a mansion of lordly style,Embowered in gardens and lawns, looks over the glimmering bay.In the ...
Work while it is day: the night cometh, when no man can work.IN the childhood of April, while purple woods ...
IAS lightly as a filmy veilThat folds the April larch,My tenderest joy drops like a dreamDown from the buds of ...
Could I Sing, this Would be My SongOf Tarantula, Weaving web of silken woof;House complete from floor to roof;Perfect, safe, ...
In answer to those who have said that English Poetsgive no personal love to their country.ENGLAND, my country, austere in ...
A PRINCESS, sleeping in enchanted bowers, Earth springs to waking at Spring's voice and kiss, And after winter's ...
A YEAR ago we walked the wood-- A year ago to-day; A blackbird fluttered round her ...
Far from the empire of my present days,Where I perforce remain,The wild, fresh airs of Spring blow to and fro,Piping ...
O thrush, is it true?Your song tellsOf a world born anew,Of fields gold with buttercups, woodlands all blueWith hyacinth bells;Of ...
TO still September comes a dream of joy: The breath of dying roses in the calm And sultry air, seems ...
Not all flowers have souls,But roses, for they are memories of lovers,And lilies, their prayers,Azaleas; who give themselves to the ...
UPWARD we went by fields of asphodel,Leaving Ortygia's moat-bound walls below;By orchards, where the wind-flowers' drifted snowLay lightly heaped upon ...
Best and brightest, come away, Fairer far than this fair day, Which, like thee, to those in sorrow Comes to ...
I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way, Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring, And gentle odours led ...
Somewhere the long mellow note of the blackbird Quickens the unclasping hands of hazel, Somewhere the wind-flowers fling their heads ...
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