Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822 / Horsham / England)
Sonnet : From The Italian Of Cavalcanti
Returning from its daily quest, my Spirit
Changed thoughts and vile in thee doth weep to find:
It grieves me that thy mild and gentle mind
Those ample virtues which it did inherit
Has lost. Once thou didst loathe the multitude
Of blind and madding men--I then loved thee--
I loved thy lofty songs and that sweet mood
When thou wert faithful to thyself and me
I dare not now through thy degraded state
Own the delight thy strains inspire--in vain
I seek what once thou wert--we cannot meet
And we were wont. Again and yet again
Ponder my words: so the false Spirit shall fly
And leave to thee thy true integrity.
Percy Bysshe Shelley's Other Poems
- A Bridal Song
- A Dialogue
- A Dirge
- A Fragment: To Music
- A Hate-Song
- A Lament
- A New National Anthem
- A Roman's Chamber
- A Serpent-Face
- A Summer Evening Churchyard, Lechlade, G...
- A Tale Of Society As It Is: From Facts, ...
- Alas! This Is Not What I Thought Life Wa...
- Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude
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