AUGUST TWENTY-NINTH

I bind the sun's throne with a burning zone,

And the moon's with a girdle of pearl;

The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim,

When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.

From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape,

Over a torrent sea,

Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof,

The mountains its columns be.

The Cloud

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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AUGUST TWENTY-EIGHTH

Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams

The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,

Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams,

Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay,

And saw in sleep old palaces and towers

Quivering within the wave's intenser day,

All overgrown with azure moss and flowers

So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!

The Sensitive Plant

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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AUGUST TWENTY-SEVENTH

Twilight, ascending slowly from the east,

Entwined in duskier wreaths her braided locks

O'er the fair front and radiant eyes of day;

Night followed, clad with stars.

Alastor

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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AUGUST TWENTY-SIXTH

It seemed that from the remotest seat

Of the white mountain's waste,

To the bright flower beneath our feet,

A magic circle traced;

A spirit interfused around,

A thinking silent life,

To momentary peace it bound

Our mortal Nature's strife.

The Pine Forest

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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AUGUST TWENTY-FIFTH

On the stream whose inconstant bosom

Was prankt under boughs of embowering blossom

With golden and green light, slanting through

Their heaven of many a tangled hue,

Broad water-lilies lay tremulously,

And starry river-buds glimmered by,

And around them the soft stream did glide and dance

With a motion of sweet sound and radiance.

The Sensitive Plant

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Narrow

The heart that loves, the brain that contemplates,

The life that wears, the spirit that creates

One object, and one form, and builds thereby

A sepulchre for its eternity.

Epipsychidion

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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AUGUST TWENTY-THIRD

The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere

Each vapour that obscured the sunset's ray;

And pallid evening twines its beaming hair

In duskier braids around the languid eyes of day;

Silence and twilight, unbeloved of men,

Creep hand in hand from yon obscurest glen.

A Summer Evenings Lechlade

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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AUGUST TWENTY-SECOND

A paradise of vaulted bowers,

Lit by downward-gazing flowers,

And watery paths that wind between

Wildernesses calm and green,

Peopled by shapes too bright to see.

Prometheus Unbound

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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AUGUST TWENTY-FIRST

The soft sky smiles, – the low wind whispers near,

'Tis Adonais calls! oh, hasten thither,

No more let Life divide what Death can join together.

Adonais

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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AUGUST TWENTIETH

As one enamoured is upborne in dream

O'er lily-paven lakes mid silver mist,

To wondrous music, so this shape might seem

Partly to tread the waves with feet which kissed

The dancing foam; partly to glide along

The air which roughened the moist amethyst,

Or the faint morning beams that fell among

The trees, or the soft shadows of the trees;

And her feet, ever to the ceaseless song

Of leaves, and winds, and waves, and birds, and bees,

And falling drops, moved to a measure new

Yet sweet.

The Triumph of Life

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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AUGUST NINETEENTH

I sit upon the sands alone,

The lightning of the noontide ocean

Is flashing round me, and a tone

Arises from its measured motion,

How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion.

Stanzas

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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AUGUST EIGHTEENTH

I pant for the music which is divine,

My heart in its thirst is a dying flower;

Pour forth the sound like enchanted wine,

Loosen the notes in a silver shower;

Like a herbless plain, for the gentle rain,

I gasp, I faint, till they wake again.

Music

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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AUGUST SEVENTEENTH

He has outsoared the shadow of our night;

Envy and calumny, and hate and pain,

And that unrest which men miscall delight,

Can touch him not and torture not again.

Alastor

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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