From Vergil’s Fourth Georgic (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
And the cloven waters like a chasm of mountainsStood, and received him in its mighty portalAnd led him through the ...
And the cloven waters like a chasm of mountainsStood, and received him in its mighty portalAnd led him through the ...
I.Those whom nor power, nor lying faith, nor toil,Nor custom, queen of many slaves, makes blind,Have ever grieved that man ...
I.Honey from silkworms who can gather,Or silk from the yellow bee?The grass may grow in winter weatherAs soon as hate ...
I would not be a king--enoughOf woe it is to love;The path to power is steep and rough,And tempests reign ...
I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, ...
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 ...
(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! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
SCENE.--A Ravine of Icy Rocks in the Indian Caucasus. Prometheus is discovered bound to the Precipice. Panthea and Ione areseated ...
The sun is warm, the sky is clear, The waves are dancing fast and bright, Blue isles and snowy mountains ...
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 ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, ...
I The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
"Throughout these infinite orbs of mingling light, Of which yon earth is one, is wide diffus'd A Spirit of activity ...
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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