ARIEL to Miranda：—Take This slave of music for the sake Of him who is the slave of thee； And teach it all the harmony In which thou canst and on...
BEST and brightest come away — Fairer far than this fair day Which like thee to those in sorrow Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow To the rough ye...
NOW the last day of many days All beautiful and bright as thou The loveliest and the last is dead： Rise Memory and write its praise！ Up—to thy w...
ART thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth — And...
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 fle...
ON a Poet's lips I slept Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept； Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses But feeds on the aerial...
MUSIC when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory； Odours when sweet violets sicken Live within the sense they quicken； Rose leaves when the rose is d...
MY faint spirit was sitting in the light Of thy looks my love； It panted for thee like the hind at noon For the brooks my love. Thy barb whose hoofs o...
NO no！ go not to Lethe neither twist Wolf's-bane tight-rooted for its poisonous wine； Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kist By nightshade ruby g...
WILT Thou forgive that sin where I begun Which was my sin though it were done before？ Wilt Thou forgive that sin through which I run And do run still ...