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Percy Shelley

Percy Shelley

Fragment: Apostrophe to Silence

Silence! Oh, well are Death and Sleep and Thou
Three brethren named, the guardians gloomy-winged
Of one abyss, where life, and truth, and joy
Are swallowed up—yet spare me, Spirit, pity me,
Until the sounds I hear become my soul,
And it has left these faint and weary limbs,
To track along the lapses of the air
This wandering melody until it rests
Among lone mountains in some...

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Dark Spirit of the Desart Rude

Dark Spirit of the desart rude That o’er this awful solitude, Each tangled and untrodden wood, Each dark and silent glen below, Where sunlight’s gleamings never g…
Homer’s Hymn to the Sun

Offspring of Jove, Calliope, once… To the bright Sun, thy hymn of mu… Whom to the child of star-clad He… Euryphaessa, large-eyed nymph, bro… Euryphaessa, the famed sister fair
To ----

One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it; One hope is too like despair
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Letter to Maria Gisborne

The spider spreads her webs, wheth… In poet’s tower, cellar, or barn,… The silk-worm in the dark green mu… His winding sheet and cradle ever… So I, a thing whom moralists call…
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Fragment: A Wanderer

He wanders, like a day-appearing d… Through the dim wildernesses of th… Through desert woods and tracts, w… Like ocean, homeless, boundless, u…
A Bridal Song

The golden gates of Sleep unbar Where Strength and Beauty, met to… Kindle their image like a star In a sea of glassy weather! Night, with all thy stars look dow…
The Devil’s Walk. a Ballad

Once, early in the morning, Beelz… With care his sweet person adornin… He put on his Sunday clothes. II. He drew on a boot to hide his hoof…
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To—One Word Is Too Often Profaned

One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it; One hope is too like despair
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To Constantia, Singing

Thus to be lost and thus to sink a… Perchance were death indeed!'€”Co… In thy dark eyes a power like ligh… Even though the sounds which were… Between thy lips, are laid to slee…
Fragment: Is It That in Some Brighter Sphere

Is it that in some brighter sphere We part from friends we meet with… Or do we see the Future pass Over the Present’s dusky glass? Or what is that that makes us seem
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Art thou pale for weariness

Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on t… Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a differ… And ever changing, like a joyless…
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From the Arabic, an Imitation

MY faint spirit was sitting in th…    Of thy looks, my love;    It panted for thee like the hin…    For the brooks, my love. Thy barb, whose hoofs outspeed the…
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With a Guitar, to Jane

Ariel to Miranda:—Take This slave of music, for the sake Of him who is the slave of thee; And teach it all the harmony In which thou canst, and only thou…
Ode to Heaven

CHORUS OF SPIRITS: FIRST SPIRIT: Palace-roof of cloudless nights! Paradise of golden lights! Deep, immeasurable, vast,
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Song. Hope

And said I that all hope was fled… That sorrow and despair were mine, That each enthusiast wish was dead… Had sank beneath pale Misery’s sh… Seest thou the sunbeam’s yellow gl…
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