Scenes From The Faust Of Goethe (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
SCENE 1.-PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN. THE LORD AND THE HOST OF HEAVEN. ENTER THREE ARCHANGELS.RAPHAEL:The sun makes music as of oldAmid ...
SCENE 1.-PROLOGUE IN HEAVEN. THE LORD AND THE HOST OF HEAVEN. ENTER THREE ARCHANGELS.RAPHAEL:The sun makes music as of oldAmid ...
When I am buried, all my thoughts and acts Will be reduced to lists of dates and facts, And long before this ...
INot yet hast Thou soundedThy clangorous music,Whose strings are under the mountains…Not yet hast Thou spokenThe blooded, implacable Word…But I ...
The hot wax drips from the flares On the scrawled pink forms that litter The bench where he sits; the glitterOf stars ...
Heralds of a happier day rousing wonder and dismay -Powerful squadrons rush in close array.In the morning sad and gray, ...
The soldiers lie upon the snow,That no longer gyrates under the spinning lightsNight juggles in her fat black hands.They will ...
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangelsAnd you sustain meLet them tremble a long while all these lampsPray ...
Behold Thy magic, oh Lord,Creating new beauties before me!I stand upon Earth's somber crust,And watch Thee come forth, spurting in ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloudAnd the cold clear dark of starlight fell,He heard in his blood the ...
Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous v?mes, mon ?me,Ce beau matin d'?t? si doux:Au d?tour d'un sentier une charogne inf?meSur un lit ...
Down crumbling steps I galloped fast;Swart cliffs and gullies on each handEngulfed the night; dry, yellow sand,Far-strewn with wreckage, gaped ...
"Who's for the breach?" they said,At the chill dark close of a wintry day,"For the Light Division who ...
Moves in the rocks with inching fingers. We among the feathery banana trees Imagine for him his aim: the steel ...
The bay is gouged by the wind.In the jagged hollows green lions crouchand stretchand slouchand sudden with spurting manes and ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
The bud stands for all things, even those things that don't flower, for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing; though ...
The grey gulls drift across the bay Softly and still as flakes of snow Against the thinning fog. All day ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
"Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold." - From an essay by W. B. Yeats ...
I have a dream to fill the golden sheath of a remembered day.... (Air heavy and massed and blue as ...
The quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping, Little jets of sunlight-texture imitating flame; Above them, exultant, the peewits ...
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