Category Archives: Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

To A Star – Percy Bysshe Shelley

Sweet star, which gleaming o’er the darksome scene Through fleecy clouds of silvery radiance fliest, Spanglet of light on evening’s shadowy veil, Which shrouds the day-beam from the waveless lake, Lighting the hour of sacred love; more sweet Than the … Continue reading

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To The Mind Of Man – Percy Bysshe Shelley

Thou living light that in thy rainbow hues Clothest this naked world; and over Sea And Earth and air, and all the shapes that be In peopled darkness of this wondrous world The Spirit of thy glory dost diffuse … … Continue reading

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Lines – Percy Bysshe Shelley

WHEN the lamp is shatter’d, The light in the dust lies dead; When the cloud is scatter’d, The rainbow’s glory is shed; When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remember’d not When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are … Continue reading

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A Bridal Song – Percy Bysshe Shelley

I. The golden gates of Sleep unbar Where Strength and Beauty, met together, Kindle their image like a star In a sea of glassy weather! Night, with all thy stars look down,– Darkness, weep thy holiest dew,– Never smiled the … Continue reading

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Night – Percy Bysshe Shelley

SWIFTLY walk o’er the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave,– Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear Which make thee terrible and dear,– Swift be thy flight! Wrap … Continue reading

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Mighty Eagle – Percy Bysshe Shelley

Mighty eagle! thou that soarest O’er the misty mountain forest, And amid the light of morning Like a cloud of glory hiest, And when night descends defiest The embattled tempests’ warning!

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The Drowned Lover – Percy Bysshe Shelley

I. Ah! faint are her limbs, and her footstep is weary, Yet far must the desolate wanderer roam; Though the tempest is stern, and the mountain is dreary, She must quit at deep midnight her pitiless home. I see her … Continue reading

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