The Sensitive Plant (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
PART 1.A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew,And the young winds fed it with silver dew,And it opened its fan-like ...
PART 1.A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew,And the young winds fed it with silver dew,And it opened its fan-like ...
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 ...
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 ...
THE FAIRY 'The present and the past thou hast beheld. It was a desolate sight. Now, Spirit, learn, The secrets of the future--Time! Unfold ...
Scene.--Before the Cavern of the Indian Enchantress.The Enchantress comes forth.Enchantress.He came like a dream in the dawn of life, He fled ...
Hark! the owlet flaps her wing,In the pathless dell beneath,Hark! night ravens loudly sing,Tidings of despair and death.--Horror covers all ...
Oh! did you observe the Black Canon pass,And did you observe his frown?He goeth to say the midnight mass,In holy ...
I.The death-bell beats!--The mountain repeatsThe echoing sound of the knell;And the dark Monk nowWraps the cowl round his brow,As he ...
What was the shriek that struck Fancy's earAs it sate on the ruins of time that is past?Hark! it floats ...
What! alive and so bold, O Earth?Art thou not overbold?What! leapest thou forth as of oldIn the light of thy ...
DAKRYSI DIOISW POTMON APOTMONOh! there are spirits of the air,And genii of the evening breeze,And gentle ghosts, with eyes as ...
Yes! all is past--swift time has fled away,Yet its swell pauses on my sickening mind;How long will horror nerve this ...
I.Ghosts of the dead! have I not heard your yellingRise on the night-rolling breath of the blast,When o'er the dark ...
A shovel of his ashes tookFrom the hearth's obscurest nook,Muttering mysteries as she went.Helen and Henry knew that GrannyWas as ...
Oh! there are spirits of the air, And genii of the evening breeze, And gentle ghosts, with eyes as fair ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
Like the ghost of a dear friend dead Is Time long past. A tone which is now forever fled, A ...
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the ...
The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats through unseen among us, -- visiting This various world with as inconstant ...
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 weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
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