Time Long Past (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
Like the ghost of a dear friend dead Is Time long past. A tone which is now forever fled, A ...
Like the ghost of a dear friend dead Is Time long past. A tone which is now forever fled, A ...
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, ...
I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, ...
Best and brightest, come away, Fairer far than this fair day, Which, like thee, to those in sorrow Comes to ...
The warm sun is falling, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, ...
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory - Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they ...
49 Go thou to Rome,--at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness; And where its wrecks like ...
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In ...
Chameleons feed on light and air: Poets' food is love and fame: If in this wide world of care Poets ...
I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way, Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring, And gentle odours led ...
FROM the forests and highlands We come, we come; From the river-girt islands, Where loud waves are dumb Listening to ...
Heigho! the lark and the owl! One flies the morning, and one lulls the night: Only the nightingale, poor fond ...
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