Music, When Soft Voices Die By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Music, When Soft Voices Die By Percy Bysshe Shelley Music, when soft voices die,Vibrates in the memory—Odours, when sweet violets sicken,Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,Are heaped for the belovèd’s bed;And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,Love itself shall slumber on. Share on facebook Share on twitter Share […]

Time Long Past By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Time Long Past By Percy Bysshe Shelley Like the ghost of a dear friend deadIs Time long past.A tone which is now forever fled,A hope which is now forever past,A love so sweet it could not last,Was Time long past. There were sweet dreams in the nightOf Time long past:And, was it sadness or delight,Each […]

Good-Night By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Good-Night By Percy Bysshe Shelley Good-night? ah! no; the hour is illWhich severs those it should unite;Let us remain together still,Then it will be good night. How can I call the lone night good,Though thy sweet wishes wing its flight?Be it not said, thought, understood —Then it will be — good night. To hearts which […]

Music When Soft Voices Die (To –) By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Music When Soft Voices Die (To –) By Percy Bysshe Shelley Music, when soft voices die,Vibrates in the memory—Odours, when sweet violets sicken,Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,Are heaped for the belovèd’s bed;And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,Love itself shall slumber on. Share on facebook Share […]

Ode To The West Wind By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Ode To The West Wind By Percy Bysshe Shelley I   O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being,Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves deadAre driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,   Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The wingèd seeds, […]

Love’s Philosophy By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Love’s Philosophy By Percy Bysshe Shelley The fountains mingle with the riverAnd the rivers with the ocean,The winds of heaven mix for everWith a sweet emotion;Nothing in the world is single,All things by a law divineIn one another’s being mingle—Why not I with thine? See the mountains kiss high heaven,And the waves clasp one another;No […]

Ozymandias By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Ozymandias By Percy Bysshe Shelley Out of the night that covers me,      Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may be      For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance      I have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chance      My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears      Looms but the […]