Queen Mab: Part II. (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
If solitude hath ever led thy steps To the wild ocean's echoing shore, And thou hast lingered there, Until the sun's broad orb Seemed ...
If solitude hath ever led thy steps To the wild ocean's echoing shore, And thou hast lingered there, Until the sun's broad orb Seemed ...
INow Bioern, the son of Heriulf, had ill daysBecause the heart within him seethed with bloodThat would not be allayed ...
Recognition in four SeasonsARGUMENT A prophet, desiring to recover for men the fruit of the Tree of Life, seems to find ...
Traveller! on thy journey toilingBy the swift Powow,With the summer sunshine fallingOn thy heated brow,Listen, while all else is still,To ...
It is not blasphemy to hope that HeavenMore perfectly will give those nameless joysWhich throb within the pulses of the ...
Hear a word, a word in season,for the day is drawing nigh,When the Cause shall call upon us,some to live, ...
All that springeth from the sodTendeth upwards unto God;All that cometh from the skiesUrging it anon to rise.Winter's life-delaying breathLeaveneth ...
Februarie: ?gloga Secunda. CVDDIE & THENOT.CVDDIE.AH for pittie, wil ranke Winters rage, These bitter blasts neuer ginne tasswage? The keene ...
A weary waste of blank and barren land,A lonely, lonely sea of shifting sand,A golden furnace gleaming overhead,Scorching the blue ...
Before my window, in days of winter hoarHuddled a mournful wood:Smooth pillars of beech, domed chestnut, sycamore,In stony sleep they ...
On the mountain's breezy summit, Where the southern sunbeams shine,Aided by their warming vigor, Nature yields the golden wine.How the ...
Lenten ys come with love to toun{.e}, With blosmen and with bridd{.e}s roun{.e}, That al ...
Lenten ys come with love to toune,With blosmen and with briddes roune,That al this blisse bryngeth;Dayes-eyes in this dales,Notes suete ...
True love is lowly as the wayside flower,That springeth up beneath the traveller's tread,And lifteth trustfully its lovely head,Content to ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
On the mountain's breezy summit, Where the southern sunbeams shine, Aided by their warming vigor, Nature yields the golden wine. ...
The nightingale, as soon as April bringeth Unto her rested sense a perfect waking, While late bare earth, proud of ...
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