Chorus from Hellas by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream. A brighter Hellas rears its mountains From waves serener far; A new Peneus rolls his fountains Against the morning star. Where … Continue reading Chorus from Hellas by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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A Summer Evening Churchyard, Lechlade, Gloucestershire by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere Each vapour that obscured the sunset's ray, And pallid Evening twines its beaming hair In duskier braids around the languid eyes of Day: Silence and Twilight, unbeloved of men, Creep hand in hand from yon obscurest glen. They breathe their spells towards the departing day, Encompassing the … Continue reading A Summer Evening Churchyard, Lechlade, Gloucestershire by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Good-Night

I. Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill Which severs those it should unite; Let us remain together still, Then it will be good night. II. 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. III. To hearts … Continue reading Good-Night

Ozymandias

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, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, … Continue reading Ozymandias