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Percy Bysshe Shelley
(1792–1822)
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A
A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew
B
Beside the dimness of the glimmering sea
C
Come hither, my sweet Rosalind
E
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood!
F
For your letter, dear
H
Here I sit with my paper, my pen and my ink
How wonderful is Death
I
I arise from dreams of thee
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers
I sate beside the steersman then, and gazing
I weep for Adonais—he is dead!
N
Now the last day of many days
O
O thou, who plumed with strong desire
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being
One word is too often profaned
Over the utmost hill at length I sped
S
Shall we roam, my love
She saw me not--she heard me not--alone
So now my summer-task is ended, Mary
So we sate joyous as the morning ray
Swiftly walk over the western wave
T
Tell me, thou Star, whose wings of light
That night we anchored in a woody bay
The fountains mingle with the river
The old man took the oars, and soon the bark
The serpent is shut out from Paradise
The star-light smile of children, the sweet looks
The sun is warm, the sky is clear
The transport of a fierce and monstrous gladness
There is no danger to a man that knows
They die—the dead return not—Misery
W
Was there a human spirit in the steed
What thoughts had sway o’er Cythna’s lonely slumber
When the last hope of trampled France had failed
Whose is the love that, gleaming through the world