Letter To Maria Gisborne (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
The spider spreads her webs, whether she beIn poet's tower, cellar, or barn, or tree;The silk-worm in the dark green ...
The spider spreads her webs, whether she beIn poet's tower, cellar, or barn, or tree;The silk-worm in the dark green ...
Breathe softly on my harp, O Muse! In gentle strains now clothe its songs,Thy all inspiring force infuse, While singing of the ...
In the dour ages Of drafty cells and draftier castles, Of dragons breathing without the frame of fables, Saint and ...
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