TO ALTHEA FROM PRISON When Love with unconfinèd wings When flowing cups run swiftly round Our careless heads with roses bound, When (like committed linnets) I Stone walls do not a prison make, Richard Lovelace ONE WORD IS TOO OFTEN PROFANED One word is too often profaned One feeling too falsely disdain'd I can give not what men call love; The worship the heart lifts above Percy Bysshe Shelley THE FEAR OF DEATH When I have fears that I may cease to be Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain ; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, And when I feel, fair Creature of an hour! Of the wide world I stand alone, and think |