Poems by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Death Knell Is Ringing
... The earth worm is creeping ...
Fragment : What Mary Is When She A Little Smiles
... What Mary is when she a little smiles ...
The Wandering Jew's Soliloquy
... Will not steel drink the blood-life where it swells ...
Song. Cold, Cold Is The Blast When December Is Howling
... Then she wreathed in her hair the wild flowers of the mountain, ...
Life Rounded With Sleep
... The corpse is at rest within the tomb: ...
Fragment: Is It That In Some Brighter Sphere
... We part from friends we meet with here ...
To Harriet -- It Is Not Blasphemy To Hope That Heaven
... nor when age Has tempered these wild ecstasies, and given ...
Fragment: My Head Is Wild With Weeping
... Among mens spirits should be cold and blind ...
The Retrospect: CWM Elan, 1812
... Since last ye soothed my spirit's sadness, ...
Death
... II. Misery, my sweetest friendoh, weep no more! ...
To Jane: The Invitation
... -- You with the unpaid bill, Despair,-- ...
To-- Music, when soft voices die
... And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, ...
The Woodman And The Nightingale
... Hang like moist clouds:or, where high branches kiss, ...
The Sepulchre Of Memory
... Has lain from childhood, many a changeful year, ...
Saint Edmond's Eve
... ' He paused, told his beads, and the threshold passed ...
