Ode To Liberty (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
Yet, Freedom, yet, thy banner, torn but flying,Streams like a thunder-storm against the wind.--BYRON.I.A glorious people vibrated againThe lightning of ...
Yet, Freedom, yet, thy banner, torn but flying,Streams like a thunder-storm against the wind.--BYRON.I.A glorious people vibrated againThe lightning of ...
This to Hale in the West, from the Dean beneath his Cathedral.Greeting and health, and many New--year and Christmas blessings;Also, ...
I.Let those who pine in pride or in revenge,Or think that ill for ill should be repaid,Who barter wrong for ...
O joy too great!—-O hour too blest!He comes—-they hail him—-now, more near,His eager courser's feet I hear.Oh heart! be hushed ...
I oft have net thee, Autumn, wandering Beside a misty stream, thy locks flung wild; Thy cheeks a hectic flush more fair ...
The tower of old Saint Nicholas soared upward to the skies,Like some huge piece of Nature's make, the growth of ...
"Succinctae sacra Dianae".—OVIDThere the ragged sunlight layTawny on thick ferns and grayOn dark waters: dimmer,Lone and deep, the cypress groveBowered ...
The spare professor, grave and bald,Began his paper. It was called,I think, 'A Brief Historic GlanceAt Russia, Germany, and France.'A ...
My Sandy, — poor Sandy,— dear favourite of all, The family friend for these ten years and more,That basked in the ...
Now, when our Lord was come to eighteen years,The King commanded that there should be builtThree stately houses, one of ...
Oh the dear summer evening! How the air is mellow with the delicate breath of flowers and wafts of hay ...
A CHORUS OF HUMAN SPIRITS IN THE MIST.FAR in the shuddering spaces of the NorthWe live. We saw a ShapeOf ...
Pompeii! city of the dead,-entombed Two thousand years in clouds of ashes,-still Remains to tell of long forgotten times, When ...
When an empty sleeve or a sightless eyeOr a legless form I see,I breathe my thanks to my God on ...
Little Gorilla, why do you look so sad? . . .Are you thinking about the glorious times that you hadIn ...
When first I chased and beat you to your knees And wried your arm and marked your temple bone And ...
XIIIPerhaps in mercy is the future masked. For who so hardy, if his fate were read, As to abide its ...
Perhaps I asked too large -- I take -- no less than skies -- For Earths, grow thick as Berries, ...
At the end of a long-walled garden in a red provincial town, A brick path led to a mulberry- scanty ...
It is a year dear one, since you afar Went out beyond my yearning mortal sight A wondrous year! perchance ...
At night the wide and level stretch of wold, Which at high noon had basked in quiet gold, Far as ...
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