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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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The Pine Forest of the Cascine Near Pisa

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‘Ah! quit me not yet, for the wind… Its blast wanders mournfully over… The thunder’s wild voice rattles m… You will not then, cannot then, le… I must dearest Agnes, the night i…
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A Summer Evening Churchyard, Lechlade, Gloucestershire

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Homer’s Hymn to Castor and Pollux

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from Epipsychidion

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