On An Icicle That Clung To The Grass Of A Grave (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
I.Oh! take the pure gem to where southerly breezes,Waft repose to some bosom as faithful as fair,In which the warm ...
I.Oh! take the pure gem to where southerly breezes,Waft repose to some bosom as faithful as fair,In which the warm ...
IThe sister Hours in circles linked,Daughters of men, of men the mates,Are gone on flow with the day that winked,With ...
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