More from Percy Bysshe Shelley

  1. O lift me from the grass! I die! I faint! I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas…
  2. Teas, Where small talk dies in agonies.
  3. 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.
  4. I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
  5. Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle - Why not I with thine?
  6. The breath Of accusation kills an innocent name, And leaves for lame acquittal the poor life, Which is a mask without it.
  7. Men of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay ye low?
  8. An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king, - Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn, - mud from a muddy sp…

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