English poem
Fragment: "Igniculus Desiderii"
To thirst and find no fill--to wail and wander With short unsteady steps--to pause and ponder-- To feel the blood run through the veins and tingle Where busy thought and blind sensation mingle; To nurse the image of unfelt caresses Till dim imagination just possesses The half-created shadow, then all the night Sick...
More by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Fragment on Keats
- Fragment, Or The Triumph Of Conscience.
- Fragment. Adapted From The Vita Nuova Of Dante.
- Fragment: "Amor Aeternus"
- Fragment: 'A Gentle Story of Two Lovers Young'
- Fragment: 'Alas! This Is Not What I Thought Life Was'
- Fragment: 'And That I Walk Thus Proudly Crowned'
- Fragment: 'Great Spirit'.