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Percy Shelley

Percy Shelley

Time

Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years,
     Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe
Are brackish with the salt of human tears!
     Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow
Claspest the limits of mortality!
 
  And sick of prey, yet howling on for more,
Vomitest thy wrecks on its inhospitable shore;
     Treacherous in calm, and terrible in storm,
        Who shall put forth on thee,
           Unfathomable Sea?

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Y. J. Hall Bruno G. Isbell Rabatte
Altre opere di Percy Shelley...
On Keats, Who Desired That on His Tomb Should Be Inscribed—

‘Here lieth One whose name was wr… But, ere the breath that could era… Death, in remorse for that fell sl… Death, the immortalizing winter, f… Athwart the stream,—and time’s pri…
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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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Dirge for the Year

Orphan Hours, the Year is dead, Come and sigh, come and weep! Merry Hours, smile instead, For the Year is but asleep. See, it smiles as it is sleeping,
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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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To the Men of England

Men of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay ye low? Wherefore weave with toil and care The rich robes your tyrants wear? Wherefore feed and clothe and save…
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The Cenci: A Tragedy in Five Acts

center DRAMATIS PERSONÆ Count Francesco Cenci. Giacomo, his Son. Bernardo, his Son.
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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Julian and Maddalo (Excerpt)

I rode one evening with Count Mad… Upon the bank of land which breaks… Of Adria towards Venice: a bare s… Of hillocks, heap’d from ever-shif… Matted with thistles and amphibiou…
Death

They die—the dead return not—Mise… Sits near an open grave and calls… A Youth with hoary hair and hagga… They are the names of kindred, fri… Which he so feebly calls—they all…
To Harriet

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
Fragment: The Lake’s Margin

The fierce beasts of the woods and… Track not the steps of him who dri… For the light breezes, which for e… Around its margin, heap the sand t…
Liberty

The fiery mountains answer each ot… Their thunderings are echoed from… The tempestuous oceans awake one a… And the ice-rocks are shaken round… When the clarion of the Typhoon i…
To-Morrow

Where art thou, beloved To-morrow… When young and old, and strong and… Rich and poor, through joy and sor… Thy sweet smiles we ever seek,— In thy place—ah! well-a-day!
Alastor; or, the Spirit of Solitude

Earth, ocean, air, belovèd brother… If our great Mother has imbued my… With aught of natural piety to fee… Your love, and recompense the boon… If dewy morn, and odorous noon, an…
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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…



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