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O World! O Life! O Time! / On whose last steps I climb, …
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Forrás folyóba ömlik, / folyó az óceánba; …
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[150] / An meinen Sohn[1]. …
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The Warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, / The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, …
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From “Alastor”; Preface / “Nondum amabam, et amare amabam, quærebam quid amarem, amans amare.”—Confessions of Saint Augustine. …
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[149] / England im Jahr 1819. …
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My faint spirit was sitting in the light / Of thy looks, my love; …
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[137] / Gedanken eines Republikaners beim Sturz Bonaparte’s. …
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The world's great age begins anew, / The golden years return, …
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from the forests and highlands / We come, we come; …
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Első álmom rólad volt, / első álmom elröpült. …
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¡Salve tú, que del suelo / Gallarda te desvías, …
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When the lamp is shatter'd, / The light in the dust lies dead; …
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Serenade / I Arise from dreams of thee …
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The fountains mingle with the river / And the rivers with the ocean, …
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Music, when soft voices die, / Vibrates in the memory— …
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O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being / Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead …
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[143] / Osymandias. …
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I met a traveller from an antique land / Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone …
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Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon, / Rapid clouds have drunk the last pale beam of even: …
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“ Her safety sits not on a throne, / With Capet or Napoléon ; …
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THE Sun is warm, the sky is clear, / The waves are dancing fast and bright, …
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From “Queen Mab” / IF solitude hath ever led thy steps …
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I Bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, / From the seas and the streams; …
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I arise from dreams of thee / In the first sweet sleep of night, …
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Best and brightest, come away! / Fairer far than this fair Day, …
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I / and, like a dying lady lean and pale, …
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I DREAM'D that, as I wander'd by the way, / Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring; …
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hail to thee, blithe spirit! / Bird thou never wert— …
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Whose is the love that, gleaming through the world, / Wards off the poisonous arrow of its scorn? …
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From “Queen Mab,” I. / HOW wonderful is Death! …
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When the lamp is shattered / The light in the dust lies dead - …
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I Fear thy kisses, gentle maiden; / Thou needest not fear mine; …
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From “Mont Blanc” / MONT BLANC yet gleams on high:—the power is there, …