Zephyrus The Awakener
Come, thou awakener of the spirit's ocean,
Zephyr, whom to thy cloud or cave
No thought can trace! speed with thy gentle motion!
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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The Deserts Of Dim Sleep
I went into the deserts of dim sleep--
That world which, like an unknown wilderness,
Bounds this with its recesses wide and deep--
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On A Fete At Carlton House: Fragment
By the mossy brink,
With me the Prince shall sit and think;
Shall muse in visioned Regency,
Rapt in bright dreams of dawning Royalty.
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Fragment: To Byron
O mighty mind, in whose deep stream this age
Shakes like a reed in the unheeding storm,
Why dost thou curb not thine own sacred rage?
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Fragment: Home
Dear home, thou scene of earliest hopes and joys,
The least of which wronged Memory ever makes
Bitterer than all thine unremembered tears.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Fragment: Love The Universe To-Day
And who feels discord now or sorrow?
Love is the universe to-day--
These are the slaves of dim to-morrow,
Darkening Life's labyrinthine way.
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Music And Sweet Poetry
How sweet it is to sit and read the tales
Of mighty poets and to hear the while
Sweet music, which when the attention fails
Fills the dim pause--
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Fragment : What Mary Is When She A Little Smiles
Adapted From The Vita Nuova Of Dante.
What Mary is when she a little smiles
I cannot even tell or call to mind,
It is a miracle so new, so rare.
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A Hate-Song
A hater he came and sat by a ditch,
And he took an old cracked lute;
And he sang a song which was more of a screech
'Gainst a woman that was a brute.
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And That I Walk Thus Proudly Crowned Withal
And that I walk thus proudly crowned withal
Is that 'tis my distinction; if I fall,
I shall not weep out of the vital day,
To-morrow dust, nor wear a dull decay.
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