The Past (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
I.Wilt thou forget the happy hoursWhich we buried in Love's sweet bowers,Heaping over their corpses coldBlossoms and leaves, instead of ...
I.Wilt thou forget the happy hoursWhich we buried in Love's sweet bowers,Heaping over their corpses coldBlossoms and leaves, instead of ...
I.Far, far away, O yeHalcyons of Memory,Seek some far calmer nestThan this abandoned breast!No news of your false springTo my ...
Silence! Oh, well are Death and Sleep and ThouThree brethren named, the guardians gloomy-wingedOf one abyss, where life, and truth, ...
Dear home, thou scene of earliest hopes and joys,The least of which wronged Memory ever makesBitterer than all thine unremembered ...
(Lines written in the Vale of Chamouni) 1 The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its ...
O World! O Life! O Time! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before; ...
Swiftly walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave Where, all the long and ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
Rarely, rarely, comest thou, Spirit of Delight! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night? Many a ...
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 ...
THE world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds ...
I The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- ...
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 ...
Rarely, rarely comest thou, Spirit of Delight! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night? Many a ...
Rarely, rarely, comest thou, Spirit of Delight! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night? Many a ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
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