Letter To Maria Gisborne (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
The spider spreads her webs, whether she beIn poet's tower, cellar, or barn, or tree;The silk-worm in the dark green ...
The spider spreads her webs, whether she beIn poet's tower, cellar, or barn, or tree;The silk-worm in the dark green ...
All night funereal darkness pall'd the earth; The worn--out soldiers slumbered heavily: The anxious chiefs themselves, in grave--like sleep, Till ...
Behold an Indian isle, reposedUpon the deep's enamoured breast,Even like a royal bride, be-rosedWith passion in her happy rest.Or, when ...
A FRIEND stands at the door; In either tight-closed hand Hiding rich gifts, three hundred and three score: Waiting to ...
I was a queen, and I have lost my crown; A wife, and I have broken all my vows; A ...
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