Another Fragment to Music by Percy Shelley No, Music, thou art not the ‘food Unless Love feeds upon its own sw Till it becomes all Music murmurs
When a Lover Clasps His Fairest by Percy Shelley When a lover clasps his fairest, Then be our dread sport the rarest Their caresses were like the chaff In the tempest, and be our laugh His despair—her epitaph!
Stanzas. by Percy Shelley Away! the moor is dark beneath the Rapid clouds have drank the last p Away! the gathering winds will cal And profoundest midnight shroud th Pause not! The time is past! Ever
Queen Mab: Part IX. by Percy Shelley ‘O happy Earth, reality of Heaven To which those restless souls that Throng through the human universe, Thou consummation of all mortal ho Thou glorious prize of blindly wor 1
Ginevra by Percy Shelley Wild, pale, and wonder-stricken, e Who staggers forth into the air an From the dark chamber of a mortal Bewildered, and incapable, and eve Fancying strange comments in her d
The Past by Percy Shelley Wilt thou forget the happy hours Which we buried in Love’s sweet Heaping over their corpses cold Blossoms and leaves, instead of mo Blossoms which were the joys that
The Sunset by Percy Shelley There late was One within whose s As light and wind within some deli That fades amid the blue noon’s bu Genius and death contended. None The sweetness of the joy which mad
Ode to Naples by Percy Shelley EPODE 1a. I stood within the City disinterr And heard the autumnal leaves like Of spirits passing through the str The Mountain’s slumberous voice a
Dirge for the Year by Percy Shelley 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,
To Sophia (Miss Stacey) by Percy Shelley Thou art fair, and few are fairer Of the Nymphs of earth or ocean; They are robes that fit the wearer Those soft limbs of thine, whose m Ever falls and shifts and glances