Queen Mab: Part III. (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
'Fairy!' the Spirit said, And on the Queen of Spells Fixed her ethereal eyes, 'I thank thee. Thou hast given A boon which I ...
'Fairy!' the Spirit said, And on the Queen of Spells Fixed her ethereal eyes, 'I thank thee. Thou hast given A boon which I ...
YOU can keep your antique silver and your statuettes of bronze,Your curios and tapestries so fine,But of all your treasures ...
I. When old Jack died, we staid from school (they said, At home, we needn't go that day), and none Of us ate ...
Heigh-ho! Babyhood! Tell me where you linger: Let's toddle home again, for we have gone astray; Take this eager hand of mine ...
WHAT is the earliest task of woeOur nature struggles with below?Oh! when does man begin to learnOf human lot the ...
O the years I lost before I knew you,Love!O, the hills I climbed and came not to you,Love!Ah! who shall ...
Some sings of the lily, and daisy, and rose, And the pansies and pinks that the Summertime throwsIn the green grassy lap ...
This star spangled banner country, Is styled as the "Land of Free;" And yet our race here suffers wrong, Mixed ...
(A Memory of August, 1883)I STOOD in the ghastly gleaming night by the swollen, sullen flowOf the dreadful river that ...
I SAW where in the shroud did lurkA curious frame of Nature's work;A floweret crush'd in the bud,A nameless piece ...
Look at me with thy large brown eyes,Philip, my king!Round whom the enshadowing purple liesOf babyhood's royal dignities.Lay on my ...
Mother and the baby! Oh, I know no lovelier pair,For all the dreams of all the world are hovering 'round ...
Where has he gone to, Mother's boy,Little plaid dresses and curls of joy?Who is this gentleman, haughty in glance,Walking around ...
The shepherd's brow, fronting forked lightning, owns The horror and the havoc and the glory Of it. Angels fall, they ...
I The thick lids of Night closed upon me Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race {1} ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
1. I am thirty this November. You are still small, in your fourth year. We stand watching the yellow leaves ...
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