Julian and Maddalo : A Conversation (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
I rode one evening with Count MaddaloUpon the bank of land which breaks the flowOf Adria towards Venice: a bare ...
I rode one evening with Count MaddaloUpon the bank of land which breaks the flowOf Adria towards Venice: a bare ...
Entranced I saw a vision in the cloudThat loitered dreaming in yon sunset sky,Full of fair shapes, half creatures of ...
Sing thy Creator's praise, and ownHim greatest—wisest—God alone;He wraps himself in robes of light,And, clothed in garments pure and bright,Of ...
There is a quiet spirit in these woods,That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows;Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade,The ...
The evening twilight gently dies;The air is cool; the silent nightSerenely reigns; the curtain'd skiesTo contemplation's shrine invite;The labours of ...
I.It lieth, gazing on the midnight sky,Upon the cloudy mountain-peak supine;Below, far lands are seen tremblingly;Its horror and its beauty ...
If in the vast material world No atom ever perished—thoughIn multitudinous changes hurl'd Upwards and downwards, to and fro,And all that in ...
THAT Arabs through the realms of spaceMay wander on, light-hearted,Great Allah hath, to all their race,Four favours meet imparted.The turban ...
For years, an ever-shifting shadeThe sunshine of thy visage made;Then, spider-like, the captive caughtIn meshes of immortal thought.E'en so, with ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when ...
TO THEM THAT MOURNLet your tears flow; let your sad sighs have scope;Only take heed they fan, they water Hope.A ...
I.She stood at Greenwich, motionless amid The ever-shifting crowd of passengers.I marked a big tear quivering on the lid Of ...
1 England, fair England! Empress isle of isles! --Round whom the loving-envious ocean plays, Girdling thy feet with silver and ...
Where pilgrims seek the Prophet's tomb Across the Arabian waste,Upon the ever-shifting sands, A fearful path is traced.Far up to ...
He perches in the slime, inert, Bedaubed with iridescent dirt. The oil upon the puddles dries To colours like a ...
There is a quiet spirit in these woods, That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows; Where, underneath the white-thorn, in ...
A BATTER'D, wreck'd old man, Thrown on this savage shore, far, far from home, Pent by the sea, and dark ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere, First made and latest left of all the knights, Told, when the man ...
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice: ...
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