To– One word is too often profaned (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
I.One word is too often profanedFor me to profane it,One feeling too falsely disdainedFor thee to disdain it;One hope is ...
I.One word is too often profanedFor me to profane it,One feeling too falsely disdainedFor thee to disdain it;One hope is ...
I.Wilt thou forget the happy hoursWhich we buried in Love's sweet bowers,Heaping over their corpses coldBlossoms and leaves, instead of ...
A gentle story of two lovers young,Who met in innocence and died in sorrow,And of one selfish heart, whose rancour ...
Alas! this is not what I thought life was.I knew that there were crimes and evil men,Misery and hate; nor ...
Rough wind, that moanest loudGrief too sad for song;Wild wind, when sullen cloudKnells all the night long;Sad storm whose tears ...
Where art thou, beloved To-morrow?When young and old, and strong and weak,Rich and poor, through joy and sorrow,Thy sweet smiles ...
Her voice did quiver as we parted,Yet knew I not that heart was brokenFrom which it came, and I departedHeeding ...
And who feels discord now or sorrow?Love is the universe to-day--These are the slaves of dim to-morrow,Darkening Life's labyrinthine way. ...
Rarely, rarely, comest thou, Spirit of Delight! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night? Many a ...
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 ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, ...
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice: ...
I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, ...
FROM the forests and highlands We come, we come; From the river-girt islands, Where loud waves are dumb Listening to ...
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In ...
I weep for Adonais--he is dead! Oh, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so ...
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon; How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver, Streaking the darkness ...
Rarely, rarely comest thou, Spirit of Delight! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night? Many a ...
The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats through unseen among us, -- visiting This various world with as inconstant ...
"Throughout these infinite orbs of mingling light, Of which yon earth is one, is wide diffus'd A Spirit of activity ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
Oh! there are spirits of the air, And genii of the evening breeze, And gentle ghosts, with eyes as fair ...
Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know That things depart which never may return: Childhood and youth, friendship and ...
Rarely, rarely, comest thou, Spirit of Delight! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night? Many a ...
Best and brightest, come away, Fairer far than this fair day, Which, like thee, to those in sorrow Comes to ...
49 Go thou to Rome,--at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness; And where its wrecks like ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
One word is too often profaned For me to profane it; One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain ...
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