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 ...
In the low-raftered garret, stooping Carefully over the creaking boards,Old Maid Dorothy goes a-groping Among its dusty and cobwebbed hoards;Seeking some bundle ...
And wilt thou hear the fevered heart To Thee in silence cry?And as th' inconstant wildfires dart Out of the restless eye,Wilt ...
So piteously the lonely soul of manShudders before this universal plan,So grievous is the burden and the pain,So heavy weighs ...
I love to look on a scene like this, Of wild and careless play, And persuade myself that I am not old And ...
Days of darkness, of dreariness, have come…. Thy own infirmities, thesufferings of those dear to thee, the chill and gloom ...
Wait — For the Wood is dark,Man cannot leave his markLost in that Forest of sinuous Ways,Hear the Wind blustering,Forces ...
THEN whence, O Death! thy dreariness? We knowThat every flower the breeze's flattering breathWooes to a blush, and love-like murmuring ...
IT must be sweet, O thou, my dead, to lieWith hands that folded are from every taskSealed with the seal ...
Hear'st thou that sound upon the window pane?Said the youth softly, as outstretched he layWhere for an hour outstretched he ...
Women is strange. You take my tip; I'm wise. I know enough to know I'll never knowThe 'uman female ...
O PRISON-HOUSE of sighing!Where the weary and the worn,The long-pent and the dying,Lie friendless and forlorn;Where sickness preys on weariness,And ...
So piteously the lonely soul of manShudders before this universal plan,So grievous is the burden and the pain,So heavy weighs ...
How should I chose to walk the world with thee,Mine own beloved? When green grass is stirredBy summer breezes, and ...
There's joy in legislative halls When Frank's in opposition;But gloom upon the Chamber falls When Frank holds high position.His merry ...
You are over there, Father Malloy,Where holy ground is, and the cross marks every grave,Not here with us on the ...
I have lived and I have loved;I have waked and I have slept;I have sung and I have danced;I have ...
[The following explanation is necessary, in order to make this ode in any way intelligible. The Poet is supposed to ...
I strolled up old Bonanza, where I staked in ninety-eight, A-purpose to revisit the old claim. I kept thinking mighty ...
Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power ...
You are over there, Father Malloy, Where holy ground is, and the cross marks every grave, Not here with us ...
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