Queen Mab: Part V. (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
'Thus do the generations of the earth Go to the grave and issue from the womb, Surviving still the imperishable change That renovates ...
'Thus do the generations of the earth Go to the grave and issue from the womb, Surviving still the imperishable change That renovates ...
The hollow winds of night no moreIn wild, unequal cadence pour,On musing fancy's wakeful ear,The groan of agony severeFrom yon ...
Said the high hill, in the morning: "Look on me--"Behold, sweet earth, sweet sister sky, behold"The red flames on my ...
In ancient days, in old, immortal Rome,Where virtues, surnamed Roman, had their home;When Virtue triumphed over Vice, and threwAcross their ...
Fire away, fire away, boys must have their play,There'll be hard work yetBefore sunset:But what of the day when the ...
The Hartley men are noble, andYe'll hear a tale of woe;I'll tell the doom of the Hartley men -The year ...
Do they think of us, say--in the far distant West--On the Prairies of ...
Siddons! the Muse, for many a joy refin'd,Feelings which ever seem too swiftly fled—For those delicious tears she loves to ...
The hollow chambers of the moon,The purple barrens of the deep,Do not so cruel silence keepAs you who put your ...
EUGENIOTOEMMA,ON HER RETURN FROM THE EAST-INDIE APRIL 15, 1781. START not, dear EMMA ...
THE SWEETNESSE OF RETIREMENT,OR The Happinesse of a Private Life.The Segregation.THE ARGUMENT. True Blisse! Thou know'st but Few, to Few ...
The Restauration.ARGUMENT. Laetior una Dies, JESU, tua Sacra Canenti; Qu?m sine Te, melicis Secula mille Lyris. Ut paveam Scelus omne, ...
From the tops of the iron ladder of hopes I announce my good news, From the valleys of ashes, corpses ...
When Science, trembling in the lengthened shadeOf monster superstitions, and menacedBy raving Bigotry, a dream embracedOf prosperous worlds by mortal ...
LO! what descending cherub, robed in light,With dazzling beams o'erwhelms the sight?Is it a Genius of th' etherial spheres?Or Angel ...
I saw them sitting in the shade;The long green vines hung over,But could not hide the gold-haired maidAnd Earl, my ...
Singing morning has begun.Where the wooded ranges runTo far summits, there the snowLingers yet. But down belowIn the quiet, green-girt ...
A POWER is stirring-a broad light has shone Amid the nation's-in the wilderness Of ...
The early sunset occupies the entireVariety of heav'n with various dyes,Enough to glorify a hundred skies.Far west five lines of ...
Over and back, the long waves crawl and track the sand with foam; night darkens, and the sea takes on ...
It was built of things that must not mix: paint, cream, and water, fire and dusty oil. You heard the ...
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