Queen Mab: Part VII. (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
SPIRIT 'I was an infant when my mother went To see an atheist burned. She took me there. The dark-robed priests were met ...
SPIRIT 'I was an infant when my mother went To see an atheist burned. She took me there. The dark-robed priests were met ...
Hate, born of Wrath and mother red of Crime, In Hell was whelped ere the hot hands of time, Artificer of God, ...
SWEET scene, on me full often hast thou smil'd,And for a while my pressing cares beguil'd;In thee have I spent ...
Not from Paestum come my roses; Patrons, seeMy flowers are Roman-blown; their nectariesDrop honey amber, and their petals throwRich crimsons ...
I.Men of England, wherefore ploughFor the lords who lay ye low?Wherefore weave with toil and careThe rich robes your tyrants ...
WHEN, at rising morn we laveOur dark limbs in the shiny wave,When beneath the palm-tree shade,We rest awhile in freshness ...
THE SWEETNESSE OF RETIREMENT,OR The Happinesse of a Private Life.The Segregation.THE ARGUMENT. True Blisse! Thou know'st but Few, to Few ...
There was a knight was drunk with wine,A riding along the way, sir;And there he met with a lady fine,Among ...
THOUGH long by fate's austere decree remov'dFrom scenes still pleasing, and from friends still lov'd,I see low shelter'd in my ...
EYES caught by beauty, fancy by eyes caught; Sweet possibilities, question, and wonder-- What did her smile say? ...
SHALL I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel, Brother, on this that was the veil of thee? Or ...
Men of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay ye low? Wherefore weave with toil and care The rich ...
Awake, of Muse, the echoes of a day Long past, the ghosts of mem'ries manifold -- Youth's memories that once ...
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