Julian and Maddalo : A Conversation (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
I rode one evening with Count MaddaloUpon the bank of land which breaks the flowOf Adria towards Venice: a bare ...
I rode one evening with Count MaddaloUpon the bank of land which breaks the flowOf Adria towards Venice: a bare ...
'Fairy!' the Spirit said, And on the Queen of Spells Fixed her ethereal eyes, 'I thank thee. Thou hast given A boon which I ...
Yet, Freedom, yet, thy banner, torn but flying,Streams like a thunder-storm against the wind.--BYRON.I.A glorious people vibrated againThe lightning of ...
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 ...
1.A pale Dream came to a Lady fair,And said, A boon, a boon, I pray!I know the secrets of the ...
A scene, which 'wildered fancy viewedIn the soul's coldest solitude,With that same scene when peaceful loveFlings rapture's colour o'er the ...
I.She was an aged woman; and the yearsWhich she had numbered on her toilsome wayHad bowed her natural powers to ...
Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon,Rapid clouds have drank the last pale beam of even:Away! the gathering winds ...
I.Dar'st thou amid the varied multitudeTo live alone, an isolated thing?To see the busy beings round thee spring,And care for ...
My thoughts arise and fade in solitude,The verse that would invest them melts awayLike moonlight in the heaven of spreading ...
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: ...
AWAY! the moor is dark beneath the moon, Rapid clouds have drunk the last pale beam of even: Away! the ...
I The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- ...
Rarely, rarely comest thou, Spirit of Delight! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night? Many a ...
Rarely, rarely, comest thou, Spirit of Delight! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night? Many a ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
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 ...
SCENE.--A Ravine of Icy Rocks in the Indian Caucasus. Prometheus is discovered bound to the Precipice. Panthea and Ione areseated ...
Rarely, rarely, comest thou, Spirit of Delight! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night? Many a ...
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 ...
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