Queen Mab: Part VII. (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
SPIRIT 'I was an infant when my mother went To see an atheist burned. She took me there. The dark-robed priests were met ...
SPIRIT 'I was an infant when my mother went To see an atheist burned. She took me there. The dark-robed priests were met ...
'How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh, Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear, Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this ...
If solitude hath ever led thy steps To the wild ocean's echoing shore, And thou hast lingered there, Until the sun's broad orb Seemed ...
Yet, Freedom, yet, thy banner, torn but flying,Streams like a thunder-storm against the wind.--BYRON.I.A glorious people vibrated againThe lightning of ...
All touch, all eye, all ear, The Spirit felt the Fairy's burning speech. O'er the thin texture of its frame The varying periods ...
Oh! did you observe the Black Canon pass,And did you observe his frown?He goeth to say the midnight mass,In holy ...
Ambition, power, and avarice, now have hurledDeath, fate, and ruin, on a bleeding world.See! on yon heath what countless victims ...
I.Thy country's curse is on thee, darkest crestOf that foul, knotted, many-headed wormWhich rends our Mother's bosom-Priestly Pest!Masked Resurrection of ...
FROM THE ITALIAN OF DANTE.I.Ye who intelligent the Third Heaven move,Hear the discourse which is within my heart,Which cannot be ...
From the Greek of Bion.I mourn Adonis dead-loveliest Adonis--Dead, dead Adonis--and the Loves lament.Sleep no more, Venus, wrapped in purple ...
I.Oh! take the pure gem to where southerly breezes,Waft repose to some bosom as faithful as fair,In which the warm ...
I.The waters are flashing,The white hail is dashing,The lightnings are glancing,The hoar-spray is dancing-Away!The whirlwind is rolling,The thunder is tolling,The ...
Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon,Rapid clouds have drank the last pale beam of even:Away! the gathering winds ...
The stars may dissolve, and the fountain of lightMay sink into ne'er ending chaos and night,Our mansions must fall, and ...
I.'Do you not hear the Aziola cry?Methinks she must be nigh,'Said Mary, as we sateIn dusk, ere stars were lit, ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, ...
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice: ...
AWAY! the moor is dark beneath the moon, Rapid clouds have drunk the last pale beam of even: Away! the ...
SWIFTLY walk o'er the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave,-- Where, all the long and ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
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