The Cloud (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the ...
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the ...
Emily, A ship is floating in the harbour now, A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow; There is a ...
The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats through unseen among us, -- visiting This various world with as inconstant ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, ...
I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And ...
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 ...
I The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- ...
How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner As he bends in still grief o'er the hallowed bier, As ...
SWIFTLY walk o'er the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave,-- Where, all the long and ...
(Lines written in the Vale of Chamouni) 1 The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
Best and brightest, come away, Fairer far than this fair day, Which, like thee, to those in sorrow Comes to ...
Rarely, rarely comest thou, Spirit of Delight! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night? Many a ...
I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And ...
Oh! there are spirits of the air, And genii of the evening breeze, And gentle ghosts, with eyes as fair ...
Swiftly walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave Where, all the long and ...
Rarely, rarely, comest thou, Spirit of Delight! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night? Many a ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
THE wind has swept from the wide atmosphere Each vapour that obscured the sunset's ray, And pallid Evening twines its ...
One word is too often profaned For me to profane it; One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain ...
She left me at the silent time When the moon had ceas'd to climb The azure path of Heaven's steep, ...
SCENE.--A Ravine of Icy Rocks in the Indian Caucasus. Prometheus is discovered bound to the Precipice. Panthea and Ione areseated ...
Heigho! the lark and the owl! One flies the morning, and one lulls the night: Only the nightingale, poor fond ...
FIRST SPIRIT O thou, who plum'd with strong desire Wouldst float above the earth, beware! A Shadow tracks thy flight ...
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 ...
Rarely, rarely, comest thou, Spirit of Delight! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night? Many a ...
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