Percy Bisshe Shelley

Unde te-ai dus, o, duh al Frumusetii, Care cu mandrele-ti culori sfintesti Oricare gand si chipuri omenesti? De ce ne lasi pustie valea

Vai! N-am nadejdi, puternic nu-s. Mi-e sufletul supus furtunii. N-am cumpatul, ce-i mai presus De-avere, al intelepciunii Ce cugeta la rostul

Poet al Firii, te-a durut sa stii Ca mor Copilaria, Tineretea, Prietenia, dragostea dintai; Au fost un vis, si ti-a ramas tristetea. Te

Vad marea --- limpede podea Cu alge verzi invesmantata; Cum se topeste-n raze-o stea, Arunca valuri, maniata. Stingher pe plaja-mpurpurata, Vad

Si totusi, chinul meu e bland, Cum sunt si apele, si boarea. As vrea, ca un copil plapand, Sa-mi torn in lacrimi intristarea Ce inca-mi va umbri

To A Skylark Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse

Introductory Note Prometheus Unbound best combines the various elements of Shelley\'s genius in their most complete expression, and unites

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: \"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn\'s being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter

The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is

Sei pallida perché sei stanca di scalare il cielo e fissare la terra tu che ti aggiri senza compagnia tra le stelle che hanno una

Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing Heaven, and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different

Come il fantasma d\'un amico amato è il tempo passato. Un tono che ora è per sempre volato via, una speranza che ora è per sempre andata un amore

49 Go thou to Rome,--at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness; And where its wrecks like shattered mountains

The sun is warm, the sky is clear, The waves are dancing fast and bright, Blue isles and snowy mountains wear The purple noon\'s

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a

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; I arise

O World! O Life! O Time! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime? No

I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden; Thou needest not fear mine; My spirit is too deeply laden Ever to burthen thine. I fear thy mien, thy tones,

Verwaisten Vogels Klaglied klingt Von winterlichem Ast; Der Frostwind klirrt, und drunten blinkt Des Stroms vereiste Last. Kein Blatt war in

One word is too often profaned For me to profane it; One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it; One hope is too like despair For

I hated thee, fallen Tyrant! I did groan To think that a most unambitious slave, Like thou, should dance and revel on the grave Of Liberty. Thou