The Triumph of Life (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
The world`s great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds ...
Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know That things depart which never may return: Childhood and youth, friendship and ...
(Lines written in the Vale of Chamouni) 1 The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its ...
I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
SCENE.--A Ravine of Icy Rocks in the Indian Caucasus. Prometheus is discovered bound to the Precipice. Panthea and Ione areseated ...
I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way, Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring, And gentle odours led ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
Emily, A ship is floating in the harbour now, A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow; There is a ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, ...
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In ...
THE world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds ...
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon; How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver, Streaking the darkness ...
I The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- ...
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats through unseen among us, -- visiting This various world with as inconstant ...
Oh! there are spirits of the air, And genii of the evening breeze, And gentle ghosts, with eyes as fair ...
I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
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