The Woodman And The Nightingale (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
A woodman whose rough heart was out of tune(I think such hearts yet never came to good)Hated to hear, under ...
A woodman whose rough heart was out of tune(I think such hearts yet never came to good)Hated to hear, under ...
If once establish'd the essential part,The inward Church, the Temple of the Heart,Or house of God, the substance, and the ...
I.Those whom nor power, nor lying faith, nor toil,Nor custom, queen of many slaves, makes blind,Have ever grieved that man ...
I love thee, Baby! for thine own sweet sake;Those azure eyes, that faintly dimpled cheek,Thy tender frame, so eloquently weak,Love ...
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
Most sweet, most powerful, Controller of my inmost soul; The terrible, yet precious gift Of heaven, companion kind Of all ...
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith,There used to live a pretty girl whose name was ...
The evening shadows fall upon the graveOn which I sit; it is no common heap,-Below its turf are laid the ...
O turn once more! The meadows where we mused and strayed togetherAbound and glow yet with the ruby sorrel;'Twas there ...
HERE am I, weary for want of Sleep, Yet cannot reach a state of just repose ; Stubbornly still though ...
Yes, I still rememberThe whole thing in a way;Edge and exactitude Depend on the day.Of all that prodigious sceneThere seems ...
ONE warm kiss stolen from her cheekIs the whole sweetness I recallOf one full golden glorious week!One warm kiss stolen ...
This is for Elsa, also known as Liz, an ample-bosomed gospel singer: five discrete malignancies in one full breast. This ...
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, There used to live a pretty girl whose name ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
I What shall I do with this absurdity - O heart, O troubled heart - this caricature, Decrepit age that ...
There is a power whose inspiration fills Nature's fair fabric, sun- and star-inwrought, Like airy dew ere any drop distils, ...
Yet one Song more! one high and solemn strain Ere PAEAN! on thy temple's ruined wall I hang the silent ...
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