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Percy Shelley

Percy Shelley

Fragment: Sufficient Unto the Day

Is not to-day enough? Why do I peer
Into the darkness of the day to come?
Is not to-morrow even as yesterday?
And will the day that follows change thy doom?
Few flowers grow upon thy wintry way;
And who waits for thee in that cheerless home
Whence thou hast fled, whither thou must return
Charged with the load that makes thee faint and mourn?

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Song. To

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Fiordispina

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Lines Written in the Bay of Lerici

She left me at the silent time When the moon had ceas’d to climb The azure path of Heaven’s steep, And like an albatross asleep, Balanc’d on her wings of light,
Time Long Past

Like the ghost of a dear friend de… Is Time long past. A tone which is now forever fled, A hope which is now forever past, A love so sweet it could not last,
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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
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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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Queen Mab: Part IV.

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An Ode, Written October, 1819, Before the Spaniards Had Recovered Their Liberty

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Thy look of love has power to calm The stormiest passion of my soul; Thy gentle words are drops of balm In life’s too bitter bowl; No grief is mine, but that alone
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