Category Percy Bysshe Shelley

I.They die—the dead return not—MiserySits near an open grave and calls them over,A Youth with hoary hair and haggard eye—They are the names of kindred, friend and lover,Which he so feebly calls—they all are gone—Fond wretch, all dead! those vacant…

Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon, Rapid clouds have drunk the last pale beam of even:Away! the gathering winds will call the darkness soon, And profoundest midnight shroud the serene lights of heaven.Pause not! the time is past!…

On a poet’s lips I sleptDreaming like a love-adeptIn the sound his breathing kept;Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses,But feeds on the aireal kissesOf shapes that haunt thought’s wildernesses. He will watch from dawn to gloomThe lake-reflected sun illumeThe…

When the lamp is shatter’d,The light in the dust lies dead—When the cloud is scatter’d,The rainbow’s glory is shed.When the lute is broken,Sweet tones are remember’d not;When the lips have spoken,Loved accents are soon forgot. As music and splendourSurvive not…

I arise from dreams of TheeIn the first sweet sleep of night,When the winds are breathing lowAnd the stars are shining bright:I arise from dreams of thee,And a spirit in my feetHath led me—who knows how?To thy chamber-window, Sweet! The…

Life of Life! Thy lips enkindleWith their love the breath between them;And thy smiles before they dwindleMake the cold air fire; then screen themIn those locks, where whoso gazesFaints, entangled in their mazes. Child of Light! Thy limbs are burningThrough…

I dream’d that, as I wander’d by the wayBare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring,And gentle odours led my steps astray,Mix’d with a sound of waters murmuringAlong a shelving bank of turf, which layUnder a copse, and hardly dared to…

Come, thou awakener of the spirit’s ocean,Zephyr, whom to thy cloud or caveNo thought can trace! speed with thy gentle motion!

Thy dewy looks sink in my breast; Thy gentle words stir poison there;Thou hast disturbed the only rest That was the portion of despair!Subdued to Duty’s hard control, I could have borne my wayward lot:The chains that bind this ruined…

Ariel to Miranda:—TakeThis slave of music, for the sakeOf him who is the slave of thee;And teach it all the harmonyIn which thou canst, and only thou,Make the delighted spirit glow,Till joy denies itself againAnd, too intense, is turned to…