Queen Mab: Part IV. (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
'How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh, Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear, Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this ...
'How beautiful this night! the balmiest sigh, Which vernal zephyrs breathe in evening's ear, Were discord to the speaking quietude That wraps this ...
1I the first man, the majestyOf creatures, Time's tall birth,Spring at God's finger-touch erect,Glorying upon earth.Above me the blue solemn ...
A day of seeming innocence,A glorious sun and sky,And, just above my picket fence,Black Bonnet passing by.In knitted gloves and ...
HAST ever tramped along the road That has no end?The far brown winding road,-your one Fast friendA tattered weather-beaten swag, A silent mate To ...
From the slow march and muffled drum,And crowds distrest,And book and bell, at length I have comeTo my full rest.A ...
O poet! above all men blest,Take heed that thus thou store them;Love, Hope, and Faith shall ever rest,Sweet birds (upon ...
They betrayed virtue and the last came first.With money the heart is taken and the friend is appraised.If once it ...
Cheeriest of maidens, who, with light of bliss That waneth never in thy gladsome eye, Passest all lightly earth's sad sorrows by, Scarce ...
MANY a graven gem, besetWith gold, is worn as an amuletIn the far-off climes of the East,—a charmTo preserve the ...
IIn the pale mauve twilight, streaked with orange, Exquisitely sweet,— She leaned upon her balcony and looked across the street; ...
LEFROY. This region is as lavish of its flowersAs heaven of its primrose blooms by night.This is the arum which ...
When I look out on London's teeming streets,On grim grey houses, and on leaden skies,My courage fails me, and my ...
August 4: 1265Earl Simon on the Abbey towerIn summer sunshine stood,While helm and lance o'er Greenhill heightsCome glinting through the ...
And I Am reading, too, my book of memory: With eyelids closed, over the crested foam, And ...
Dariya Vlasievna, my next-door neighbour,Let us sit down and talk, we two,Let's talk about the days of peace,The peace that ...
The hour when Fancy, and Remembrance, weaveTheir fairest tissue of enchanted dreams. Twilight! still season of deep communings,And holiest hopes, ...
A day of seeming innocence, A glorious sun and sky, And, just above my picket fence, Black Bonnet passing by. ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
High up at the top of the chairlift at the summit of the mountain, the trees were coated, as with ...
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in I am ...
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