Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice: ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
I do not ask for mercy for understanding for peace And in these heavy days I do not ask for ...
That thou hast her, it is not all my grief, And yet it may be said I loved her dearly; ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
The steadfastness of generations of nobility shows in the curving lines that form the eyebrows. And the blue eyes still ...
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels! That ...
Though for your sake I would not have you now So near to me tonight as now you are, God ...
Ye gods that have a home beyond the world, Ye that have eyes for all man's agony, Ye that have ...
Bound for your distant home you were leaving alien lands. In an hour as sad as I've known I wept ...
So it is the duty of the artist to discourage all traces of shame To extend all boundaries To fog ...
Coffee and cigarettes in a clean cafe, forsythia lit like a damp match against a thundery sky drunk on its ...
pain used to hurt the words cut me life a knife shame filled my head at night I used to ...
Come thou, thou last one, whom I recognize, unbearable pain throughout this body's fabric: as I in my spirit burned, ...
BOWED by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages ...
CHILDREN, ye have not lived, to you it seems Life is a lovely stalactite of dreams, Or carnival of careless ...
UNWILLING priestess in thy cruel fane, Long hast thou held me, pitiless god of Pain, Bound to thy worship by ...
"Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the ...
I've held you all these years, supporting you through all. I plead for your hand just this once, then I ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
Success to Colonel Baden-Powell and his praises loudly sing, For being so brave in relieving Mafeking, With his gallant little ...
'Twas in the month of March and in the year of 1899, Which will be remembered for a very long ...
It is no vulgar nature I have wived. Secretive, sensitive, she takes a wound Deep to her soul, as if ...
My Claudia, it is long since we have met, So kissed, so held each other heart to heart! I thought ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
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