Julian and Maddalo : A Conversation (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
I rode one evening with Count MaddaloUpon the bank of land which breaks the flowOf Adria towards Venice: a bare ...
I rode one evening with Count MaddaloUpon the bank of land which breaks the flowOf Adria towards Venice: a bare ...
Brother Bill.To have a good birthday for a grown-up person is very difficult indeed;We don't give it up, for Mother ...
The roadside forests here and there were touched with tawny gold;The days were shortening, and at dusk the sea looked ...
CHEERFUL voices by the sea-sideEchoed through the summer air,Happy children, fresh and rosy,Sang and sported freely there,Often turning friendly glances,Where, ...
Her eyes are bright as sparkling stars,And as the violet blue;In them celestial beauty lies,The soul-light flashing through.No painter, how ...
Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripesOf labdanum, and aloe-balls,Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipesFrom out her hair: such balsam fallsDown ...
OTSO THE HONEY-EATER.Came the tidings to Pohyola,To the village of the Northland,That Wainola had recoveredFrom her troubles and misfortunes,From her ...
THE FATE OF AINO.When the night had passed, the maiden,Sister fair of Youkahainen,Hastened early to the forest,Birchen shoots for brooms ...
WAINAMOINEN'S SAILING.Wainamoinen, old and faithful,Spake these words to Ilmarinen:"O thou wonder-working brother,Let us go to Sariola,There to gain the magic ...
'TIS well--that Man to all the varying statesOf good and ill his mind accommodates;He not alone progressive grief sustains,But soon ...
WAINAVOINEN'S LAMENTATION.Far and wide the tidings travelled,Far away men heard the storyOf the flight and death of Aino,Sister dear of ...
I'Twas eve in sunny Italy;The world was bright as earth can be,In that delightful month of June, When sun, and ...
"IN DAT GREAT GITTIN'-UP MORNIN'I 'M a gwine to tell you bout de comin' ob de Saviour,- Fare you well, ...
If couples mated but for love; If women all were perfect cooks; If Hoosier authors wrote no books; ...
Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipes From out her hair: ...
I. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side ...
HEAP cassia, sandal-buds and stripes Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smear'd with dull nard an Indian wipes From out her hair: ...
Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine ...
1 STARTING from fish-shape Paumanok, where I was born, Well-begotten, and rais'd by a perfect mother; After roaming many lands-lover ...
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice: ...
CLINKUM-CLANK in the rain they ride, Down by the braes and the grey sea-side; Clinkum-clank by stane and cairn, Weary ...
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