To Constantia (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
I.The rose that drinks the fountain dewIn the pleasant air of noon,Grows pale and blue with altered hue-In the gaze ...
I.The rose that drinks the fountain dewIn the pleasant air of noon,Grows pale and blue with altered hue-In the gaze ...
I.Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth,Thou from whose immortal bosomGods, and men, and beasts have birth,Leaf and blade, and bud and blossom,Breathe ...
How eloquent are eyes!Not the rapt poet's frenzied layWhen the soul's wildest feelings strayCan speak so well as they.How eloquent ...
A gentle story of two lovers young,Who met in innocence and died in sorrow,And of one selfish heart, whose rancour ...
I.Tell me, thou Star, whose wings of lightSpeed thee in thy fiery flight,In what cavern of the nightWill thy pinions ...
I am drunk with the honey wineOf the moon-unfolded eglantine,Which fairies catch in hyacinth bowls.The bats, the dormice, and the ...
I.Far, far away, O yeHalcyons of Memory,Seek some far calmer nestThan this abandoned breast!No news of your false springTo my ...
Serene in his unconquerable mightEndued the Almighty King, his steadfast throneEncompassed unapproachably with powerAnd darkness and deep solitude an aweStood ...
Silence! Oh, well are Death and Sleep and ThouThree brethren named, the guardians gloomy-wingedOf one abyss, where life, and truth, ...
Alas! this is not what I thought life was.I knew that there were crimes and evil men,Misery and hate; nor ...
The Elements respect their Maker's seal!Still Like the scathed pine tree's height,Braving the tempests of the nightHave I 'scaped the ...
What men gain fairly -- that they should possess,And children may inherit idleness,From him who earns it-This is understood;Private injustice ...
I would not be a king--enoughOf woe it is to love;The path to power is steep and rough,And tempests reign ...
From the Greek.A man who was about to hang himself,Finding a purse, then threw away his rope;The owner, coming to ...
Is not to-day enough? Why do I peerInto the darkness of the day to come?Is not to-morrow even as yesterday?And ...
I stood upon a heaven-cleaving turretWhich overlooked a wide Metropolis--And in the temple of my heart my SpiritLay prostrate, and ...
There was a little lawny isletBy anemone and violet,Like mosaic, paven:And its roof was flowers and leavesWhich the summer's breath ...
I.When a lover clasps his fairest,Then be our dread sport the rarest.Their caresses were like the chaffIn the tempest, and ...
To thirst and find no fill-to wail and wanderWith short unsteady steps-to pause and ponder--To feel the blood run through ...
I.In the cave which wild weeds coverWait for thine aethereal lover;For the pallid moon is waning,O'er the spiral cypress hangingAnd ...
Thy dewy looks sink in my breast; Thy gentle words stir poison there;Thou hast disturbed the only rest That was the portion ...
Wake the serpent not-lest heShould not know the way to go,--Let him crawl which yet lies sleepingThrough the deep grass ...
PEOPLE of England, ye who toil and groan,Who reap the harvests which are not your own,Who weave the clothes which ...
Methought I was a billow in the crowdOf common men, that stream without a shore,That ocean which at once is ...
My dearest Mary, wherefore hast thou gone,And left me in this dreary world alone?Thy form is here indeed--a lovely one--But ...
O that a chariot of cloud were mine!Of cloud which the wild tempest weaves in air,When the moon over the ...
Tremble, Kings despised of man!Ye traitors to your Country,Tremble! Your parricidal planAt length shall meet its destiny...We all are soldiers ...
A shovel of his ashes tookFrom the hearth's obscurest nook,Muttering mysteries as she went.Helen and Henry knew that GrannyWas as ...
'Here lieth One whose name was writ on water.But, ere the breath that could erase it blew,Death, in remorse for ...
Thy dewy looks sink in my breast;Thy gentle words stir poison there;Thou hast disturbed the only restThat was the portion ...
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