Poems by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Mutability - II.
... III. Whilst skies are blue and bright, ...
I Faint, I Perish With My Love!
... Frail as a cloud whose [splendours] pale ...
Charles The First
... f Canterbury expects to enter the New Jerusalem some Palm Sunday in triumph on the ghost of this ass ...
Fragments Of An Unfinished Drama
... The Enchantress makes her spell: she is answered by a Spirit ...
Love's Rose
... Youth says, The purple flowers are mine, ...
The False Laurel And The True
... Touch not those leaves which for the eternal few ...
Ginevra
... In the noon. Ere the sun through heaven once more has rolled, ...
Song. Hope
... Yet though despair my life should gloom, ...
Wake The Serpent Not
... Through the grass with silent gliding ...
Ode To Naples
... and heard The Mountains slumberous voice at intervals ...
The Cyclops
... ULYSSES: But village mirth breeds contests, broils, and blows ...
Another Fragment to Music
... ' Unless Love feeds upon its own sweet self, ...
Queen Mab: Part IX.
... For birth and life and death, and that strange state ...
The Aziola
... ' How elate I felt to know that it was nothing human, ...
On Robert Emmet's Grave
... VII. When the storm-cloud that lowers o'er the day-beam is gone, ...
