Music, When Soft Voices Die (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poem)
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory— Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. ...
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory— Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. ...
The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With ...
Lift not the painted veil which those who live Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there, And it but ...
The keen stars were twinkling, And the fair moon was rising among them, Dear Jane. The guitar was tinkling, But ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
WHEN the lamp is shatter'd, The light in the dust lies dead; When the cloud is scatter'd, The rainbow's glory ...
Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know That things depart which never may return: Childhood and youth, friendship and ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
Emily, A ship is floating in the harbour now, A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow; There is a ...
Oh! there are spirits of the air, And genii of the evening breeze, And gentle ghosts, with eyes as fair ...
How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner As he bends in still grief o'er the hallowed bier, As ...
One word is too often profaned For me to profane it; One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain ...
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, ...
Rarely, rarely, comest thou, Spirit of Delight! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night? Many a ...
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the ...
(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 ...
Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth, Thou from whose immortal bosom Gods and men and beasts have birth, Leaf and blade, and ...
THE wind has swept from the wide atmosphere Each vapour that obscured the sunset's ray, And pallid Evening twines its ...
Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill Which severs those it should unite; Let us remain together still, Then it ...
O World! O Life! O Time! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before; ...
The sun is warm, the sky is clear, The waves are dancing fast and bright, Blue isles and snowy mountains ...
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice: ...
One sung of thee who left the tale untold, Like the false dawns which perish in the bursting; Like empty ...
The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With ...
An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,-- Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who Through public scorn,--mud from ...
And like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapped in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, ...
The fitful alternations of the rain, When the chill wind, languid as with pain Of its own heavy moisture, here ...
She left me at the silent time When the moon had ceas'd to climb The azure path of Heaven's steep, ...
Like the ghost of a dear friend dead Is Time long past. A tone which is now forever fled, A ...
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