To The Lord Chancellor (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
I.Thy country's curse is on thee, darkest crestOf that foul, knotted, many-headed wormWhich rends our Mother's bosom-Priestly Pest!Masked Resurrection of ...
I.Thy country's curse is on thee, darkest crestOf that foul, knotted, many-headed wormWhich rends our Mother's bosom-Priestly Pest!Masked Resurrection of ...
Brilliant but burning not-such is thy wit; Or if it wound, it wounds like Love; and all Thy repartees are Cupid's shafts; ...
_(En La Capilla)_Si la suerte fatal que me ha cabido,Y el triste fin de mi sangrienta historia,Al salir de esta ...
PART I IUNDER the shade of convent towers, Where fast and vigil mark the hours, From childhood ...
THE monastery towers, as pure and fairAs virgin vows, reached up white hands to Heaven;The walls, to guard the hidden ...
I.MY lay is ended! closed the circling year, From Spring's first dawn to Winter's darkling night; The moan of sorrow, ...
To love, and to love hopelessly, It is a bitter lot!Not the idle I love that partsLight as it ...
If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say 'I love ...
What wonder this?--we ask the lympid well, O earth! of thee--and from thy solemn womb What yieldest thou?--is there life ...
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with ...
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