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Percy Bysshe Shelley: 8

by Percy Bysshe Shelley 798 THE FAIRY: 'The Present and the Past thou hast beheld: It was a desolate sight. Now, Spirit, learn The secrets of the Future.—Time! Unfold the brooding pinion o…

Percy Bysshe Shelley: Preface 3

by Percy Bysshe Shelley Preface 2Preface 3 The writer of these lines died at Florence in [January 1820] while he was preparing * * for one wildest of the of the Sporades, where he bought &…

Percy Bysshe Shelley: The Question

by Percy Bysshe Shelley Hymn of PanThe Two Spirits: An AllegoryThe Question Published by Leigh Hunt (with the signature Sigma) in "The Literary Pocket-Book", 1822. Reprinted by Mrs. Shelley…

Percy Bysshe Shelley: Grace

by Percy Bysshe Shelley SinDamnationGrace Among the guests who often stayed Till the Devil's petits-soupers, A man there came, fair as a maid, And Peter noted what he said, Standing behin…

Percy Bysshe Shelley: Sin

by Percy Bysshe Shelley HellGraceSin Lo. Peter in Hell's Grosvenor Square, A footman in the Devil's service! And the misjudging world would swear That every man in service there To virtue…

Percy Bysshe Shelley: Damnation

by Percy Bysshe Shelley GraceDouble DamnationDamnation 'O that mine enemy had written A book!'—cried Job:—a fearful curse, If to the Arab, as the Briton, 'Twas galling to be critic-bitten…

Percy Bysshe Shelley: Canto 4

by Percy Bysshe Shelley Canto 3Canto 5Canto 4 The old man took the oars, and soon the bark Smote on the beach beside a tower of stone; It was a crumbling heap, whose portal dark With bloom…

Percy Bysshe Shelley: Canto 1

by Percy Bysshe Shelley DedicationCanto 2Canto 1 When the last hope of trampled France had failed Like a brief dream of unremaining glory, From visions of despair I rose, and scaled The pe…

Percy Bysshe Shelley: Preface

by Percy Bysshe Shelley Dramatis PersonaePreface The Greek tragic writers, in selecting as their subject any portion of their national history or mythology, employed in their treatment of …

Percy Bysshe Shelley: 5

by Percy Bysshe Shelley 45 Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal t…