Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

MY faint spirit was sitting in the light Of thy looks, my love; It panted for thee like the hind at noon For the brooks, my love
Thy barb, whose hoofs outspeed the tempest's flight, Bore thee far from me; My heart, for my weak feet were weary...

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The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats through unseen among us, — visiting This various world with as inconstant
As summer winds that creep from flower to flower,--Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower, It visits w...

I rode one evening with Count
Upon the bank of land which breaks the
Of Adria towards Venice: a bare
Of hillocks, heaped from ever-shifting sand,

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From the forests and highlands We come, we come;
From the river-girt islands,
Where loud waves are dumb     Listening to my sweet pipings

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I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet Has led me — who knows how

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How stern are the woes of the desolate
As he bends in still grief o'er the hallowed bier,
As enanguished he turns from the laugh of the scorner,

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The cold earth slept below; Above the cold sky shone; And all around, With a chilling sound, From caves of ice and fields of snow The breath of night like death did flow Beneath the sinking moon
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The wintry hedge was black; The ...

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Good-night
ah
no; the hour is

Chameleons feed on light and air:
Poets' food is love and fame:
If in this wide world of care Poets could but find the same With as little toil as they,
Would they ever change their hue As the light chameleons do,

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King Charles I
Queen Henrietta
Laud,