To The Lord Chancellor (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
I.Thy country's curse is on thee, darkest crestOf that foul, knotted, many-headed wormWhich rends our Mother's bosom-Priestly Pest!Masked Resurrection of ...
I.Thy country's curse is on thee, darkest crestOf that foul, knotted, many-headed wormWhich rends our Mother's bosom-Priestly Pest!Masked Resurrection of ...
Deadlier balls than North or SouthThrow from cannon's blazing mouth,Everywhere appal my sight—Three in number—golden, bright."All that glitters is not ...
Let me not see your grief!O, let not any seeThat grief,Nor how your heart still rocksLike a temple with long ...
SUMMER passed by, and Autumn; Winter came With grey cold days and black unpitying nights, And many children gathered round ...
When London's fatal bills were blown abroadAnd few but Specters travel'd on the road,Not towns but men in the black ...
Ring, bells! and let bonfires outblaze the sun! Let echoes contribute their voices! Since now a happy settlement's begun, Let ...
All this was written on the next day's list. On which the busyness unfurled its cursive roots, pale but effective, ...
Pythagoras planned it. Why did the people stare? His numbers, though they moved or seemed to move In marble or ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
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