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SHELLEY |
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Perhaps the most romantic poet of all,the one that said:"Let no friend,however dear,waste one hope,one fear for me"... |
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LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY
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 one spirit meet and mingle Why not I with thine?
See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother, And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeam kiss the sea What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
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To Sophia (Miss Stacey)
Wonder not that when thou speakest Of the weak my heart is weakest
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To Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin
Upon my heart thy accents sweet Of peace and pity fell like dew On flowers half dead;thy lips did meet Mine tremblingly;thy dark eyes threw Their soft persuasion on my brain Charming away its dreams of pain. |
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EPIPSYCHIDION
She met me,stranger,upon life's rough way. And lured me towards sweet Death:as Night by Day Winter by Spring,or Sorrow by swift Hope, Led into life,light peace...
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THE INDIAN SERENADE
I arise from dreams of thee In my first sweet sleep of night When the winds are dreaming low, And the stars are shining bright. I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me-who knows how? To thy chamber window ,sweet! |
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