Sister Rosa: A Ballad (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
I.The death-bell beats!--The mountain repeatsThe echoing sound of the knell;And the dark Monk nowWraps the cowl round his brow,As he ...
I.The death-bell beats!--The mountain repeatsThe echoing sound of the knell;And the dark Monk nowWraps the cowl round his brow,As he ...
'Tis past! no more the Summer blooms!Ascending in the rear,Behold congenial Autumn comes,The Sabbath of the year!What time thy holy ...
O'er her infant's couch of death, Bent a widowed mother low; And the quick, convulsive breath Marked the inward weight of woe. Round the ...
"How many have gone?" was the question of oldEre Time our bright ring of its jewels bereft;Alas! for too often ...
I HATE you with a necessary hate. First, I sought patience: passionate was she: My patience turned in very scorn of me, That ...
I saw thee young and beautiful,I saw thee rich and gay,In the first blush of womanhood,Upon thy wedding-day;The church-bells rang,And ...
. Pale, at its ghastly noon, Pauses above the death-still wood—the moon; The night-sprite, sighing, ...
A GREAT black bird like to a great black cloudHovers forever o'er my spirit bowed.He is my guardian angel, but ...
I.Gone, O gentle heart and true, Friend of hopes foregone,Hopes and hopeful days with you Gone? Days ...
To-morrow and to-morrow, (O the slashing of the foam along the furrow!)We'll loosen from the jetty when ...
"Carol, every violet has Heaven for a looking-glass! Every little valley lies Under many-clouded skies; Every little cottage stands Girt ...
Ho, ye valiant mariners, ho, my merry men,Sought ye gems of Ophir, or gold of Darien?Sank ye in the outer ...
I love thy music, mellow bell, I love thine iron chime, To life or death, to heaven or hell, Which ...
Whose was that gentle voice, that, whispering sweet, Promised methought long days of bliss sincere! Soothing it stole on my ...
1 SAUNTERING the pavement, or riding the country by-road-lo! such faces! Faces of friendship, precision, caution, suavity, ideality; The spiritual, ...
1 TO think of time-of all that retrospection! To think of to-day, and the ages continued henceforward! Have you guess'd ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
Pale, at its ghastly noon, Pauses above the death-still wood--the moon; The night-sprite, sighing, through the dim air stirs; The ...
I. Gone, O gentle heart and true, Friend of hopes foregone, Hopes and hopeful days with you Gone? Days of ...
Beneath an old wall, that went round an old Castle, For many a year, with brown ivy o'erspread; A neat ...
"With female Fairies will thy tomb be haunted "And worms will not come to thee." SHAKSPERE. WHEN from Day's closing ...
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