Methought I Was a Billow in the Crowd par Percy Shelley Methought I was a billow in the c Of common men, that stream without That ocean which at once is deaf a That I, a man, stood amid many mo By a wayside..., which the aspect
Fragment: to a Friend Released From Prison par Percy Shelley For me, my friend, if not that tea In my faint eyes, and that my hear With feelings which make rapture p Yet, from thy voice that falsehood I thank thee—let the tyrant keep
Ghasta Or, the Avenging Demon!!! par Percy Shelley Hark! the owlet flaps her wing, In the pathless dell beneath, Hark! night ravens loudly sing, Tidings of despair and death.— Horror covers all the sky,
A Tale of Society as It Is: From Facts, 1811 par Percy Shelley She was an aged woman; and the yea Which she had numbered on her toil Had bowed her natural powers to de She was an aged woman; yet the ray Which faintly glimmered through he
from Epipsychidion par Percy Shelley Emily, A ship is floating in the harbour A wind is hovering o’er the mounta There is a path on the sea’s azure No keel has ever plough’d that pat
Sonnet: to a Balloon Laden With Knowledge par Percy Shelley Bright ball of flame that through Silently takest thine aethereal wa And with surpassing glory dimm’st Twinkling amid the dark blue depth Unlike the fire thou bearest, soon
Fragment: Omens par Percy Shelley Hark! the owlet flaps his wings In the pathless dell beneath; Hark! ’tis the night-raven sings Tidings of approaching death.
The Retrospect: Cwm Elan, 1812 par Percy Shelley A scene, which 'wildered fancy vie In the soul’s coldest solitude, With that same scene when peaceful Flings rapture’s colour o’er the g When mountain, meadow, wood and st
The Triumph of Life par Percy Shelley Swift as a spirit hastening to his Of glory & of good, the Sun spran Rejoicing in his splendour, & the Of darkness fell from the awakened The smokeless altars of the mounta
A Dirge par Percy Shelley Rough wind, that moanest loud Grief too sad for song; Wild wind, when sullen cloud Knells all the night long; Sad storm whose tears are vain,