Otho By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Otho I. Thou wert not, Cassius, and thou couldst not be, Last of the Romans, though thy memory claim From Brutus his …

To The Nile By Percy Bysshe Shelley

To The Nile Month after month the gathered rains descend Drenching yon secret Aethiopian dells, And from the desert’s ice-girt pinnacles Where …

The Past By Percy Bysshe Shelley

The Past I. Wilt thou forget the happy hours Which we buried in Love’s sweet bowers, Heaping over their corpses cold Blossoms …

Night By Percy Bysshe Shelley

Night SWIFTLY walk o’er the western wave,    Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave,– Where, all the long and lone …