Queen Mab: Part VIII. (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
THE FAIRY 'The present and the past thou hast beheld. It was a desolate sight. Now, Spirit, learn, The secrets of the future--Time! Unfold ...
THE FAIRY 'The present and the past thou hast beheld. It was a desolate sight. Now, Spirit, learn, The secrets of the future--Time! Unfold ...
Mourn Cambria, thoughtless Cambria mourn,Like Nineveh, repentent turn,Put sackcloth on — proclaim a fast —Cry out for Grace, and mend ...
I know of no profession 'Mong profane or divine, Excelling in its mission The power embraced in mine. It reaches earth and heaven Through heart ...
EPODE 1a.I stood within the City disinterred;And heard the autumnal leaves like light footfallsOf spirits passing through the streets; and ...
Come all ye Christian people, unto my tale give ear,'Tis about a base consperracy, as quickly shall appear;'Twill make your ...
Mark thou! a shadow crowned with fire of hell.Man holds her in his heart as night doth holdThe moonlight memories ...
Air I.An old woman clothed in gray, &c.1- Through all the employments of life- Each neighbour abuses his brother;- Whore and rogue they ...
Whenever I'm moving my furniture in Or shifting my furniture out-Which is nearly as often and risky as Sin In these days ...
I.SHE came to England from the island clime Which lies beyond the far Atlantic wave; She died in early youth--before ...
"BEAUTY reclin'd beneath the shade; Blooming Health before her play'd; Her golden tresses kissed the wind. Meek Content, with placid ...
1295So the land had rest! and the cloud of that heart-sore struggle and painRose from her ancient hills, and peace ...
Ye nymphs of Solyma! begin the song,To heavenly themes sublimer strains belong.The mossy fountains, and the sylvan shades,The dreams of ...
Thou 'adst to my soul no title or pretence; I was mine own, and free, Till ...
The face of the precipice is black with lovers;The sun above them is a bag of nails; the spring'sFirst rivers ...
Christ of His gentleness Thirsting and hungering, Walked in the wilderness; Soft words of grace He spoke Unto lost desert-folk ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
I. So far as our story approaches the end, Which do you pity the most of us three?- My friend, ...
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