Evening. To Harriet (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
O thou bright Sun! beneath the dark blue lineOf western distance that sublime descendest,And, gleaming lovelier as thy beams decline,Thy ...
O thou bright Sun! beneath the dark blue lineOf western distance that sublime descendest,And, gleaming lovelier as thy beams decline,Thy ...
I.My faint spirit was sitting in the lightOf thy looks, my love;It panted for thee like the hind at noonFor ...
I.Madonna, wherefore hast thou sent to meSweet-basil and mignonette?Embleming love and health, which never yetIn the same wreath might be.Alas, ...
Listen, listen, Mary mine,To the whisper of the Apennine,It bursts on the roof like the thunder's roar,Or like the sea ...
I.That time is dead for ever, child!Drowned, frozen, dead for ever!We look on the pastAnd stare aghastAt the spectres wailing, ...
...VI.No trump tells thy virtues-the grave where they restWith thy dust shall remain unpolluted by fame,Till thy foes, by the ...
I.The rose that drinks the fountain dewIn the pleasant air of noon,Grows pale and blue with altered hue-In the gaze ...
A gentle story of two lovers young,Who met in innocence and died in sorrow,And of one selfish heart, whose rancour ...
I.Tell me, thou Star, whose wings of lightSpeed thee in thy fiery flight,In what cavern of the nightWill thy pinions ...
Mighty eagle! thou that soarestO'er the misty mountain forest,And amid the light of morningLike a cloud of glory hiest,And when ...
Faint with love, the Lady of the SouthLay in the paradise of LebanonUnder a heaven of cedar boughs: the drouthOf ...
The fierce beasts of the woods and wildernessesTrack not the steps of him who drinks of it;For the light breezes, ...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth Incestuous Change bore to her father Time, Error and Truth, had hunted ...
Heigho! the lark and the owl! One flies the morning, and one lulls the night: Only the nightingale, poor fond ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill Which severs those it should unite; Let us remain together still, Then it ...
Emily, A ship is floating in the harbour now, A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow; There is a ...
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, ...
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the ...
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice: ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
FROM the forests and highlands We come, we come; From the river-girt islands, Where loud waves are dumb Listening to ...
Chameleons feed on light and air: Poets' food is love and fame: If in this wide world of care Poets ...
AWAY! the moor is dark beneath the moon, Rapid clouds have drunk the last pale beam of even: Away! the ...
When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead -- When the cloud is scattered, The rainbow's ...
SWIFTLY walk o'er the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave,-- Where, all the long and ...
The pale, the cold, and the moony smile Which the meteor beam of a starless night Sheds on a lonely ...
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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