Matilda Gathering Flowers (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
FROM THE PURGATORIO OF DANTE, CANTO 28, LINES 1-51.And earnest to explore within--around--The divine wood, whose thick green living woofTempered ...
FROM THE PURGATORIO OF DANTE, CANTO 28, LINES 1-51.And earnest to explore within--around--The divine wood, whose thick green living woofTempered ...
I don't go much on religion, I never ain't had no show;But I've got a middlin' tight grip, sir, On the handful ...
They say that I never have written of love,As a writer of songs should do;They say that I never could ...
(IV of V)(for jazz orchestra)IVIt was the fourth of April, nineteen hundred and sixty-eight,A spring evening in a grey neighborhood, ...
OUR way stir is onward; the world is yet youngWith a beauty that never was dreamed of, or sung:Her wonders ...
Sweet Dove! the softest, steadiest plume, In all the sunbright sky,Brightening in ever-changeful bloom As breezes change on high; -Sweet Leaf! the ...
Mildewed and gray the marble stairs Rise from their balustraded urns To where a chiseled satyr glares From a luxuriant bed of ferns; A ...
Hast thou from the caves of Golconda, a gem Pure as the ice-drop that froze on the mountain?Bright as the humming-bird's ...
A DIALOGUE: Addressed to a young Lady.Friendship:In vain thy lawless Fires contend with mine,Tho' Crouds unnumber'd fall before thy Shrine;Let ...
Standing on tiptoe, head back, eyes and armUpraised, Kate groped to reach the higher shelf.Her sleeve slid up like darkness ...
Over the fields and the waters there suddenly swept in mid-AprilSomething that seemed like a breath that was blown from ...
At the close of day, when the hamlet is still,And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,When nought but the torrent ...
O Mother Race! to thee I bringThis pledge of faith unwavering, This tribute to thy glory.I know the pangs which thou ...
IN my country laid in ruins, where the wrecks of churches, thrones,Grand buildings, crowns and palaces upon the ground are ...
INTRA MUROSTHE sunbeams, lost for half a year,Slant through my pane their morning rays;For dry northwesters cold and clear,The east ...
Best and brightest, come away!Fairer far than this fair Day,Which, like thee to those in sorrow,Comes to bid a sweet ...
Air I.An old woman clothed in gray, &c.1- Through all the employments of life- Each neighbour abuses his brother;- Whore and rogue they ...
AH yes! the hours, in verdure dress'd,Dance lightly on the plain;And, peeping from its mossy nest,Glad April sees his fragrant ...
These winter days are passing fair! As if a breath of spring Had permeated all the air, And touched each living thing With thankfulness ...
Buttercups and daisies,-- Bright children of the lawn-- To the fields are nodding In the winds of June. Such beauty of the meadows Gives a ...
I mourn no more my vanished yearsBeneath a tender rain,An April rain of smiles and tears,My heart is young again.The ...
THE grace of the bending grasses,The flush of the dawn-lit sky,The scent that lingers and passesWhen the loitering wind goes ...
Among the folding hillsIt lies, a quiet nook,Where dreaming nature fillsSweet pages of her book,While through the meadow flowersShe sings ...
WHERE art thou, sweet and gentle breeze,Breeze of my fatherland ?The spring has come, and tender flowersBud forth on every ...
Bound and bordered in leaf-green, Edged with trellised buds and flowers And glad Summer-gold, with clean White and purple morning-glories Such as suit the ...
O vale of visionary rest!-Hushed as the grave it liesWith heaving banks of tenderest greenYet brightly, happily serene,As cloud-vale of ...
I. White moons may come, white moons may go, She sleeps where wild wood blossoms blow, Nor knows she of the rosy June, Star-silver ...
Maria, bright with beauty's glow,In conscious gayety you goThe pride of all the park:Attracted groups in silence gazeAnd soft behind ...
Ah, yes; why not? Is one more adventitious born Than others--shekels richer, honors fuller, and all that-- That he can pass his ...
Delightful harbinger of joys to come, Of summer's verdure and a fruitful year,Who bids thee o'er our northern snow-fields roam, And make ...
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