Poems by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Poet and philosopher, born saturday august 4, 1792 in Horsham (United Kingdom), died monday july 8, 1822 in Lerici (Italy)
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Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory--
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovèd's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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    Posted by: Phantastica
    And like a dying lady, lean and pale,
    Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil,
    Out of her chamber, led by the insane
    And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,
    The moon arose up in the murky East,
    A white and shapeless mass.
    Percy Bysshe Shelley
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      Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
      The fountains mingle with the river,
      And the rivers with the ocean;
      The winds of heaven mix forever
      With a sweet emotion;
      Nothing in the world is single;
      All things by a law divine
      In another's being mingle--
      Why not I with thine?
      See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
      And the waves clasp one another;
      No sister flower could be forgiven
      If it disdained its brother;
      And the sunlight clasps the earth,
      And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
      What are all these kissings worth,
      If thou kiss not me?
      Percy Bysshe Shelley
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