Ghasta Or, The Avenging Demon!!! (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
Hark! the owlet flaps her wing,In the pathless dell beneath,Hark! night ravens loudly sing,Tidings of despair and death.--Horror covers all ...
Hark! the owlet flaps her wing,In the pathless dell beneath,Hark! night ravens loudly sing,Tidings of despair and death.--Horror covers all ...
From the hills of home forth looking, far beneath the tent-like spanOf the sky, I see the white gleam of ...
Oreithyia, by the North Wind carried To stormy Thrace from Athens where you tarried Down by Ilissus all a blowy day Among the ...
ITEMPESTWrapped round of the night, as a monster is wrapped of the ocean,Down, down through vast storeys of darkness, behold, ...
We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,With our axles near the road-bed and the ...
All the loud winds were in the garden wood,All shadows joyfuller than lissom houndsDoubled in chasing, all exultant cloudsThat ever ...
TWO hours, or more, beyond the prime of a blithe April day,The Northmen's mailed "Invincibles" steamed up fair Charleston Bay;They ...
They say, in all kindness, I'm out of the hunt-Too old and too deaf to be sent to the Front.A ...
I SEE the cloud-born squadrons of the gale,Their lines of rain like glittering spears deprest(While all the affrighted land grows ...
ALOFT he guards the starry folds Who is the brother of the star;The bird whose joy is in the wind Exulteth in ...
WHERE, girt around by savage foes,Our nurturing Mother's shelter rose,Behold, the lofty temple stands,Reared by her children's grateful hands!Firm are ...
We were cartin' lathes and palin's from the slopes of Mount St. Leonard,With our axles near the road-bed and the ...
The Blue and the Gray collided one day In the future great town of Missouri, And if all that ...
Deep in the sloping forest that surrounds The head of a green valley that I know, Spread the fair gardens ...
Half a league, half a league,Half a league onward —'That is, unless some damnedAirman has blundered,If the map isn't rightWe'll ...
O Comic Spirit, hovering overhead, With sage's brows and finely-tempered smile, Prom whose bowed lips a silvery laugh ...
Sidling upon the river, the white boat Has volleyed with its cannon all the morning, Shaken the shore towns like ...
Half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. ...
Deep in the sloping forest that surrounds The head of a green valley that I know, Spread the fair gardens ...
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