Queen Mab: Part VIII. (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
THE FAIRY 'The present and the past thou hast beheld. It was a desolate sight. Now, Spirit, learn, The secrets of the future--Time! Unfold ...
THE FAIRY 'The present and the past thou hast beheld. It was a desolate sight. Now, Spirit, learn, The secrets of the future--Time! Unfold ...
I would not sin, in this half-playful strain,--Too light perhaps for serious years, though bornOf the enforced leisure of slow ...
AN ALLEGORY,(Written in her fifteenth year)The night was calm, the sky serene,The sea a mirror display'd,On its bosom the twinkling ...
Dear Sir—You wish to know my notionsOn sartin pints thet rile the land;There's nothin' thet my natur so shunsEs bein' ...
A blue line to the westward that surely is not cloud;A green tinge in the waters; a clamorous bird-crowd;Then far-off ...
In dreams of the night I hear the callOf wild duck scudding across the lake,In dreams I see the old ...
Two centuries' winter storms have lashed the changing sands of Falmouth's shore,Deep-voiced, the winds, swift winged, wild, have echoed there ...
She heard the story of the end,Each message, too, she heard;And there was one for every friend;For her alone — ...
On the deep is the mariner's danger,On the deep is the mariner's death;Who, to fear of the tempest a stranger,Sees ...
He carved a flute of elder green,And notched it well and true,Then pursed his lips and puffed his cheeksAnd merrily ...
The sun is set; and in his latest beams Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold, Slowly upon the amber air ...
A SOFT-BREASTED bird from the seaFell in love with the light-house flame;And it wheeled round the tower on its airiest ...
Our drift-wood fire burns drowsily, The fog hangs low afar,A thousand sea-birds fearlessly Hover ...
What is that great bird, sister, tell me, Perched high on the top of the crag? ...
Thou gray old cliff, like turret raised on high,With light-house mingling with the summer sky,How long in lonely grandeur hast ...
UNFALLEN drops hung on the grassAnd dripped from the bright aster's head;Voiceless did the swallows passAbove our voiceless dead.Crickets to ...
I WAITED through the night, while summer blewThe breath of roses through my darkened room.The whispering breeze just stirred the ...
Desine, Paulle, meum lacrimis urgere sepulcrum: nempe tuas lacrimas litora surda bibent. Propertius, IV.11 Don't cry for me, for only ...
As the night was beginning to close in one rough September day In the year of 1838, a steamer passed ...
When the salt wave laps on the long, dim shore, And frets the reef with its windy sallies, And the ...
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