Julian and Maddalo : A Conversation (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
I rode one evening with Count MaddaloUpon the bank of land which breaks the flowOf Adria towards Venice: a bare ...
I rode one evening with Count MaddaloUpon the bank of land which breaks the flowOf Adria towards Venice: a bare ...
Quhen thir twa fyrst bataillis werAssemblyt as I said you er,The Stewart Walter that than wasAnd the gud ...
From heaven, soul--like, to earth. It is sundown. MarkThe heart's state, empty and collapsed, the world'sVain pleasures leave us in, ...
TANSILLO.There are several varieties of enthusiasts, which may all be reduced totwo kinds. While some only display blindness, stupidity, and ...
1A sudden bliss has seized my mind,And to a mountain peak it carries meUp where the wind's forgotten how to ...
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels'hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenlypressed me against ...
Kasinath the new young singer fills the hall with sound:The seven notes dance in his throat like seven tame birds.His ...
Scene.--A Terrace overlooking the Garden of a Convent--Matilda and Bertha in conversation.Matilda.Oh! think not that I mourn the lonely doomThat ...
1FriendsThe old word is dead.The old books are dead.Our speech with holes like worn-out shoes is dead.Dead is the mind ...
When they capture the hawk in the wilds, they secure it neck and feet; they quickly cover up both its ...
The earnest throbbings of my heartO'erflood this page, then upward fly,Where my dear country's fame unfoldsLike golden banners in the ...
I.Farewell to the Land where the gloom of my GloryArose and o'ershadow'd the earth with her name--She abandons me now--but ...
Grave mouths of lionsSinuous smiling of young crocodilesAlong the river's water conveying millionsIsles of spiceHow lovely he is, the sonOf ...
The swarthy bee is a buccaneer, A burly velveted rover, Who loves the booming wind in his ear As he ...
But when the war-worn, knowing all Of glory, horror and hate,Abandons all for the heart's sure call And the need ...
God has pity on kindergarten children, He pities school children -- less. But adults he pities not at all. He ...
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice: ...
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly pressed ...
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