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 ...
A FRAGMENTPART IThere was a youth, who, as with toil and travel,Had grown quite weak and gray before his time;Nor ...
'Thus do the generations of the earth Go to the grave and issue from the womb, Surviving still the imperishable change That renovates ...
'Fairy!' the Spirit said, And on the Queen of Spells Fixed her ethereal eyes, 'I thank thee. Thou hast given A boon which I ...
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 ...
A scene, which 'wildered fancy viewedIn the soul's coldest solitude,With that same scene when peaceful loveFlings rapture's colour o'er the ...
HERE I sit with my paper, my pen my ink,First of this thing, and that thing,and t'other thing think ;I ...
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 ...
I.It lieth, gazing on the midnight sky,Upon the cloudy mountain-peak supine;Below, far lands are seen tremblingly;Its horror and its beauty ...
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 ...
DAKRYSI DIOISW POTMON APOTMONOh! there are spirits of the air,And genii of the evening breeze,And gentle ghosts, with eyes as ...
Melodious Arethusa, o'er my verseShed thou once more the spirit of thy stream:Who denies verse to Gallus? So, when thouGlidest ...
I.Moonbeam, leave the shadowy vale,To bathe this burning brow.Moonbeam, why art thou so pale,As thou walkest o'er the dewy dale,Where ...
An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,--Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flowThrough public scorn,--mud from a ...
An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,-- Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who Through public scorn,--mud from ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
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 ...
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