War (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
Ambition, power, and avarice, now have hurledDeath, fate, and ruin, on a bleeding world.See! on yon heath what countless victims ...
Ambition, power, and avarice, now have hurledDeath, fate, and ruin, on a bleeding world.See! on yon heath what countless victims ...
I du believe in Freedom's cause,Ez fur away ez Paris is;I love to see her stick her clawsIn them infarnal ...
Far back in the days when the blacks used to ramble In long single file 'neath the evergreen tree,The wool-teams in ...
Dogmadealer, talking treason,Spurning truth, perverting reasonIn and out of folly's season Year by yearOh, a plague on all the twaddleIn your ...
Africa, from her remotest strand, Lifts to high heaven one fetter'd hand, And to the utmost of her chain Stretches the other o'er ...
THE bride she is winsome and bonny,Her hair it is snooded sae sleek,And faithfu' and kind is her Johnny,Yet fast ...
AH, moment not to be purchased,Not to be won by prayer,Not by toil to be conquered,But given, lest one despair,By ...
Where is the minstrel's Father-land? Where the sparks of noble spirits flew, Where flowery wreaths for beauty ...
Heavy-hocked, barrel-bellied,exhaling billows of steam, they waitwhile the corn, wheat, clover,and potato fields surround us, finishedfor the season. We listened ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly ...
Preludes.I The Wife's Tragedy Man must be pleased; but him to please ...
Long time beside the squatter's gate A great grey Box-Tree, early, late, Or shine or rain, in silence there Had ...
Now Liddisdale has ridden a raid,But I wat they had better staid at hame;For Mitchell o Winfield he is dead,And ...
Weary was I of Earth. My body lay, Its fires turned down and slaked to faintest heat.My soul went ...
THE cock has crow'd an hour ago, 'Tis time we now dull sleep forego; Tir'd Nature is by sleep redress'd, ...
"THE CACTUS towers, straight and tall, Through fallow fields of chapparal; And here and there, in paths apart, ...
When I think of the weary nights and daysOf poor, hard-working folk, alwaysI see, with his head on his bosom ...
A cloud of dust on the long white road, And the teams go creeping on Inch by inch with the ...
The pages of thy book I read, And as I closed each one, My heart, responding, ever said, "Servant of ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! ...
They came from the lower levels Deep down in the Brilliant mine; From the wastes where the whirlwind revels, Whirling ...
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