I Stood Upon A Heaven-cleaving Turret (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
I stood upon a heaven-cleaving turretWhich overlooked a wide Metropolis--And in the temple of my heart my SpiritLay prostrate, and ...
Poems about noon-the (2 Poems)
Life (Frances Anne Kemble Poems)
At morn-a mountain ne'er to be climbed o'er, A horn of plenty, lengthening evermore; At noon-the countless hour-sands ...