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Such gloom, why man has such a scope | Hymn to Intellectual Beauty |
Or moonlight on a midnight stream, | Hymn to Intellectual Beauty |
Like darkness to a dying flame! | Hymn to Intellectual Beauty |
Like life and fear, a dark reality. | Hymn to Intellectual Beauty |
While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped | Hymn to Intellectual Beauty |
Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, | Hymn to Intellectual Beauty |
I call the phantoms of a thousand hours | Hymn to Intellectual Beauty |
When noon is past; there is a harmony | Hymn to Intellectual Beauty |
In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, | Hymn to Intellectual Beauty |
I met a traveller from an antique land | Ozymandias |
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, | Ozymandias |
Like a cloud of fire; | To a Skylark |
Like a star of Heaven, | To a Skylark |
As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. | To a Skylark |
Like a Poet hidden | To a Skylark |
Like a high-born maiden | To a Skylark |
In a palace-tower, | To a Skylark |
Like a glow-worm golden | To a Skylark |
In a dell of dew, | To a Skylark |
Like a rose embower'd | To a Skylark |
That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. | To a Skylark |
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. | To a Skylark |
Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream? | To a Skylark |
Not to shed a tear, | To a Skylark |
Each like a corpse within its grave, until | Ode to the West Wind |
Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, | Ode to the West Wind |
Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, | Ode to the West Wind |
If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; | Ode to the West Wind |
If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; | Ode to the West Wind |
A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share | Ode to the West Wind |
Scarce seem'd a vision; I would ne'er have striven | Ode to the West Wind |
Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! | Ode to the West Wind |
Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! | Ode to the West Wind |
Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! | Ode to the West Wind |
A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd | Ode to the West Wind |
Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, | Ode to the West Wind |
Like wither'd leaves to quicken a new birth! | Ode to the West Wind |
The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, | Ode to the West Wind |
Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head! | Adonais I |
An echo and a light unto eternity! | Adonais I |
Like his, a mute and uncomplaining sleep; | Adonais III |
Trampled and mock'd with many a loathed rite | Adonais IV |
Like a pale flower by some sad maiden cherish'd, | Adonais VI |
A grave among the eternal. -- Come away! | Adonais VII |
So fair a prey, till darkness and the law | Adonais VIII |
They ne'er will gather strength, or find a home again. | Adonais IX |
Like dew upon a sleeping flower, there lies | Adonais X |
A tear some Dream has loosen'd from his brain. | Adonais X |
Lost Angel of a ruin'd Paradise! | Adonais X |
She faded, like a cloud which had outwept its rain. | Adonais X |
One from a lucid urn of starry dew | Adonais XI |
A greater loss with one which was more weak; | Adonais XI |
And, as a dying meteor stains a wreath | Adonais XII |
And, as a dying meteor stains a wreath | Adonais XII |
Into a shadow of all sounds: a drear | Adonais XIV |
Into a shadow of all sounds: a drear | Adonais XIV |
A quickening life from the Earth's heart has burst | Adonais XIX |
The lamps of Heaven flash with a softer light; | Adonais XIX |
Be as a sword consum'd before the sheath | Adonais XX |
A moment, then is quench'd in a most cold repose. | Adonais XX |
A moment, then is quench'd in a most cold repose. | Adonais XX |
A wound more fierce than his, with tears and sighs. | Adonais XXII |
Swift as a Thought by the snake Memory stung, | Adonais XXII |
Even as a ghost abandoning a bier, | Adonais XXIII |
Even as a ghost abandoning a bier, | Adonais XXIII |
Had left the Earth a corpse. Sorrow and fear | Adonais XXIII |
In the death-chamber for a moment Death, | Adonais XXV |
Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may live; | Adonais XXVI |
Now thou art dead, as if it were a part | Adonais XXVI |
Is gather'd into death without a dawn, | Adonais XXIX |
A godlike mind soars forth, in its delight | Adonais XXIX |
A phantom among men; companionless | Adonais XXXI |
A pardlike Spirit beautiful and swift -- | Adonais XXXII |
A Love in desolation mask'd -- a Power | Adonais XXXII |
A Love in desolation mask'd -- a Power | Adonais XXXII |
It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, | Adonais XXXII |
It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, | Adonais XXXII |
A breaking billow; even whilst we speak | Adonais XXXII |
The killing sun smiles brightly: on a cheek | Adonais XXXII |
And a light spear topp'd with a cypress cone, | Adonais XXXIII |
And a light spear topp'd with a cypress cone, | Adonais XXXIII |
A herd-abandon'd deer struck by the hunter's dart. | Adonais XXXIII |
He answer'd not, but with a sudden hand | Adonais XXXIV |
The heavy heart heaving without a moan? | Adonais XXXV |
Life's early cup with such a draught of woe? | Adonais XXXVI |
Thou noteless blot on a remember'd name! | Adonais XXXVII |
And like a beaten hound tremble thou shalt -- as now. | Adonais XXXVII |
A portion of the Eternal, which must glow | Adonais XXXVIII |
Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief | Adonais XXXIX |
A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain; | Adonais XL |
A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain; | Adonais XL |
Which like a mourning veil thy scarf hadst thrown | Adonais XLI |
He is a presence to be felt and known | Adonais XLII |
He is a portion of the loveliness | Adonais XLIII |
And death is a low mist which cannot blot | Adonais XLIV |
Lifts a young heart above its mortal lair, | Adonais XLIV |
Sublimely mild, a Spirit without spot, | Adonais XLV |
Oblivion as they rose shrank like a thing reprov'd. | Adonais XLV |
Silent alone amid a Heaven of Song. | Adonais XLVI |
As from a centre, dart thy spirit's light | Adonais XLVII |
Even to a point within our day and night; | Adonais XLVII |
Thy footsteps to a slope of green access | Adonais XLIX |
A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread; | Adonais XLIX |
Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand; | Adonais L |
A field is spread, on which a newer band | Adonais L |
A field is spread, on which a newer band | Adonais L |
Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, | Adonais LI |
Life, like a dome of many-colour'd glass, | Adonais LII |
A light is pass'd from the revolving year, | Adonais LIII |
The soul of Adonais, like a star, | Adonais LV |