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Percy Shelley

Percy Shelley

O That a Chariot of Cloud Were Mine!

O that a chariot of cloud were mine!
Of cloud which the wild tempest weaves in air,
When the moon over the ocean’s line
Is spreading the locks of her bright gray hair.
O that a chariot of cloud were mine!
I would sail on the waves of the billowy wind
To the mountain peak and the rocky lake,
And the...

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Autres oeuvres par Percy Shelley...
Fragment of a Ghost Story

A shovel of his ashes took From the hearth’s obscurest nook, Muttering mysteries as she went. Helen and Henry knew that Granny Was as much afraid of Ghosts as a…
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Sister Rosa: a Ballad

The death-bell beats!— The mountain repeats The echoing sound of the knell; And the dark Monk now Wraps the cowl round his brow,
Fragment: my Head Is Wild With Weeping

My head is wild with weeping for a… Which is the shadow of a gentle mi… I walk into the air (but no relief To seek,—or haply, if I sought, t… It came unsought);—to wonder that…
Lines—Far, Far Away, O Ye

Far, far away, O ye Halcyons of Memory, Seek some far calmer nest Than this abandoned breast! No news of your false spring
from Laon and Cythna; or The Revolution of the Golden City

So now my summer task is ended, M… And I return to thee, mine own he… As to his Queen some victor Knigh… Earning bright spoils for her inch… Nor thou disdain, that ere my fame…
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From Vergil’s Fourth Georgic

And the cloven waters like a chasm… Stood, and received him in its mig… And led him through the deep’€™s u… He went in wonder through the path… Of his great Mother and her humid…
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The Two Spirits: an Allegory

FIRST SPIRIT O thou, who plum’d with strong des… Wouldst float above the earth, bew… A Shadow tracks thy flight of fir… Night is coming!
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To Jane: The Invitation

Best and brightest, come away! Fairer far than this fair Day, Which, like thee to those in sorro… Comes to bid a sweet good—morrow To the rough Year just awake
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Fragment: to Byron

O mighty mind, in whose deep strea… Shakes like a reed in the unheedin… Why dost thou curb not thine own s…
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Music and Sweet Poetry

How sweet it is to sit and read th… Of mighty poets and to hear the wh… Sweet music, which when the attent… Fills the dim pause—
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Mont Blanc: Lines Written in the Vale of Chamouni

The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls… Now dark—now glittering—now reflec… Now lending splendour, where from… The source of human thought its tr…
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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…
Prince Athanase

A Fragment PART I There was a youth, who, as with to… Had grown quite weak and gray befo… Nor any could the restless griefs…
The Tower of Famine

Amid the desolation of a city, Which was the cradle, and is now t… Of an extinguished people,'€”so th… Weeps o’€™er the shipwrecks of Ob… There stands the Tower of Famine.…
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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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