Category Percy Bysshe Shelley

IWhen passion’s trance is overpast,If tenderness and truth could last,Or live, whilst all wild feelings keepSome mortal slumber, dark and deep,I should not weep, I should not weep!IIIt were enough to feel, to see,Thy soft eyes gazing tenderly.And dream the…

Yet look on me—take not thine eyes away,Which feed upon the love within mine own,Which is indeed but the reflected rayOf thine own beauty from my spirit thrown.Yet speak to me—thy voice is as the toneOf my heart’s echo, and…

I.One word is too often profanedFor me to profane it,One feeling too falsely disdainedFor thee to disdain it;One hope is too like despairFor prudence to smother,And pity from thee more dearThan that from another. II.I can give not what men…

DAKRYSI DIOISW POTMON APOTMON Oh! there are spirits of the air,And genii of the evening breeze,And gentle ghosts, with eyes as fairAs star-beams among twilight trees:—Such lovely ministers to meetOft hast thou turned from men thy lonely feet. With mountain…

Music, when soft voices die,Vibrates in the memory—Odours, when sweet violets sicken,Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,Are heaped for the beloved’s bed;And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,Love itself shall slumber on.

I.I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden,Thou needest not fear mine;My spirit is too deeply ladenEver to burthen thine. II.I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion,Thou needest not fear mine;Innocent is the heart’s devotionWith which I worship thine.

Thy little footsteps on the sandsOf a remote and lonely shore;The twinkling of thine infant hands,Where now the worm will feed no more;Thy mingled look of love and gleeWhen we returned to gaze on thee—

(With what truth may I say—Roma! Roma! Roma!Non e piu come era prima!) I.My lost William, thou in whomSome bright spirit lived, and didThat decaying robe consumeWhich its lustre faintly hid,—Here its ashes find a tomb,But beneath this pyramidThou art…

I.The billows on the beach are leaping around it,The bark is weak and frail,The sea looks black, and the clouds that bound itDarkly strew the gale.Come with me, thou delightful child,Come with me, though the wave is wild,And the winds…

I.Brothers! between you and meWhirlwinds sweep and billows roar:Yet in spirit oft I seeOn thy wild and winding shoreFreedom’s bloodless banners wave,—Feel the pulses of the braveUnextinguished in the grave,—See them drenched in sacred gore,—Catch the warrior’s gasping breathMurmuring ‘Liberty…