Adonais: An Elegy on the Death of John Keats (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
49 Go thou to Rome,--at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness; And where its wrecks like ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
Close on the margin of a brawling brook That bathes the low dell's bosom, stands a Cot; O'ershadow'd by broad ...
DOES the earth grow grey with grief For her hero darling fled? Though her vales let fall no leaf, In ...
Whether the clouds had abandoned Geneva that evening no one can say now, but what I remember are roses bruised ...
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly pressed ...
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels! That ...
Last night my soul cried, "O exalted sphere of Heaven, you hang indeed inverted, with flames in your belly. "Without ...
Strange that the self's continuum should outlast The Virgin, Aphrodite, and the Mourning Mother, All loves and griefs, successive deities ...
I. Ah! wherefore by the Church-yard side, Poor little LORN ONE, dost thou stray? Thy wavy locks but thinly hide ...
By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving Why sits the wan Youth, in his wedding-suit gay! ...
Old MISTRESS GURTON had a Cat, A Tabby, loveliest of the race, Sleek as a doe, and tame, and fat ...
'Twas on a Mountain, near the Western Main An ALIEN dwelt. A solitary Hut Built on a jutting crag, o'erhung ...
He said, and pass'd with sad presaging heart To seek his spouse, his soul's far dearer part; At home he ...
Did you attend? He sang by grove ripe - The bard of love, the singer of his mourning. When fields ...
I shall never get you put together entirely, Pieced, glued, and properly jointed. Mule-bray, pig-grunt and bawdy cackles Proceed from ...
Among the market greens, a bullet from the ocean depths, a swimming projectile, I saw you, dead. All around you ...
What passing-bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid ...
O tower of light, sad beauty that magnified necklaces and statues in the sea, calcareous eye, insignia of the vast ...
Neither clown nor child nor black nor white but verticle and a questioning innocence dressed in night and snow: The ...
A pathetic tragedy I will relate, Concerning poor Fred. Marsden's fate, Who suffocated himself by the fumes of gas, On ...
Alas! noble Prince Leopold, he is dead! Who often has his lustre shed: Especially by singing for the benefit of ...
'Tis gone, and for ever, the light we saw breaking, Like Heaven's first dawn o'er the sleep of the dead ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
I. My face resembles your face less and less each day. When I was young no one mistook whose child ...
When along the pavement, Palpitating flames of life, People flicker round me, I forget my bereavement, The gap in the ...
Sleep softly ... eagle forgotten ... under the stone. Time has its way with you there, and the clay has ...
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