Epipsychidion (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
VERSES ADDRESSED TO THE NOBLE AND UNFORTUNATE LADY, EMILIA V---,NOW IMPRISONED IN THE CONVENT OF ---L'anima amante si slancia fuori ...
VERSES ADDRESSED TO THE NOBLE AND UNFORTUNATE LADY, EMILIA V---,NOW IMPRISONED IN THE CONVENT OF ---L'anima amante si slancia fuori ...
PART 1.A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew,And the young winds fed it with silver dew,And it opened its fan-like ...
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 ...
Wild, pale, and wonder-stricken, even as oneWho staggers forth into the air and sunFrom the dark chamber of a mortal ...
Here, my dear friend, is a new book for you;I have already dedicated twoTo other friends, one female and one ...
EPODE 1a.I stood within the City disinterred;And heard the autumnal leaves like light footfallsOf spirits passing through the streets; and ...
'Tis midnight now--athwart the murky air,Dank lurid meteors shoot a livid gleam;From the dark storm-clouds flashes a fearful glare,It shows ...
I.Summer was dead and Autumn was expiring,And infant Winter laughed upon the landAll cloudlessly and cold;--when I, desiringMore in this ...
The season was the childhood of sweet June,Whose sunny hours from morning until noonWent creeping through the day with silent ...
A woodman whose rough heart was out of tune(I think such hearts yet never came to good)Hated to hear, under ...
Ariel to Miranda:-- TakeThis slave of music, for the sakeOf him who is the slave of thee;And teach it all ...
Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon,Rapid clouds have drank the last pale beam of even:Away! the gathering winds ...
Offspring of Jove, Calliope, once moreTo the bright Sun, thy hymn of music pour;Whom to the child of star-clad Heaven ...
I.I pant for the music which is divine,My heart in its thirst is a dying flower;Pour forth the sound like ...
Music, when soft voices die,Vibrates in the memory -Odours, when sweet violets sicken,Live within the sense they quicken.Rose leaves, when ...
How sweet it is to sit and read the talesOf mighty poets and to hear the whileSweet music, which when ...
No, Music, thou art not the 'food of Love.'Unless Love feeds upon its own sweet self,Till it becomes all Music ...
The rude wind is singingThe dirge of the music dead;The cold worms are clingingWhere kisses were lately fed. (Percy Bysshe ...
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory— Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. ...
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 ...
Best and brightest, come away, Fairer far than this fair day, Which, like thee, to those in sorrow Comes to ...
My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
Ariel to Miranda: -- Take This slave of music, for the sake Of him who is the slave of thee; ...
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 ...
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory - Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they ...
AWAY! the moor is dark beneath the moon, Rapid clouds have drunk the last pale beam of even: Away! the ...
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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