Queen Mab: Part IX. (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
'O happy Earth, reality of Heaven! To which those restless souls that ceaselessly Throng through the human universe, aspire! Thou consummation of all ...
'O happy Earth, reality of Heaven! To which those restless souls that ceaselessly Throng through the human universe, aspire! Thou consummation of all ...
Ver. 1. How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts!Jehovah, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,Sole Monarch of the universal ...
Love is our Reasons Paradox, which stillAgainst the judgment doth maintain the Will:And governs by such arbitrary laws,It onely makes ...
Con mala Muger el remedioMucha Tierra por el medio.I have oft wondred why thou didst electThy Mistress of a stuff ...
Let mans Soul be a Sphere, and then, in this,The intelligence that moves, devotion isAnd as the other Spheres, by ...
Daybreak.CHORUS OF PLANETARY SPIRITS.YE interstellar spaces, serene and still and clear.Above, below, around!Ye gray unmeasured breadths of ether, - sphere ...
A POETICAL EPISTLE TO THE AUTHORS OF THE MONTHLY REVIEW.AN INTRODUCTORY ADDRESS OF THE AUTHOR TO HIS POEMS.Ye idler things, ...
Or,A Review of my Scholastic Days"O, Festus Dies Hominis!"-O, the Joyful Day of Man!Why, (when the hours of school-day bliss ...
From Schiller"Which of you, knight or squire, will darePlunge into yonder gulf?A golden beaker I fling in it—there!The black mouth ...
Luc. Phar. Lib. .I. Come, Life's long Hope, and on thy peaceful Breast My burning Temples let me rest! Worn ...
Fond woman, which wouldst have thy husband die, And yet complain'st of his great jealousy; If swol'n with poison, he ...
Gnashing teeth, a grinding meet of molars crashing cuspid on cuspid and the fracture of a piece, of pressure not ...
Song (Act V, scene i) And this place our forefathers made for man ...
1. In terrors Los shrunk from his task: His great hammer fell from his hand: His fires beheld, and sickening, ...
An old man cocked his car upon a bridge; He and his friend, their faces to the South, Had trod ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
Frowning, the owl in the oak complained him Sore, that the song of the robin restrained him Wrongly of slumber, ...
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