One Word Is Too Often Profaned (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
One word is too often profaned For me to profane it; One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain ...
One word is too often profaned For me to profane it; One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain ...
THEY call us aliens, we are told, Because our wayward visions stray From that dim banner they unfold, The dreams ...
THEY bathed in the fire-flooded fountains: Life girdled them round and about: They slept in the clefts of the mountains: ...
NOTE.-The following imaginary dialogue between Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr, which is not based upon any specific incident in American ...
Though not for common praise of him, Nor yet for pride or charity, Still would I make to Vanderberg One ...
Yours is the face that the earth turns to me, Continuous beyond its human features lie The mountain forms that ...
Oh! the circus swooped down On the Narrabri town, For the Narrabri populace moneyed are; And the showman he smiled ...
Here let us linger at will and delightsomely hearken Music aeolian of wind in the boughs of pine, Timbrel of ...
Once in a while a curious weed unknown to me, Needing a name from my books; Once in a while ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
Meanwhile the new-baptized, who yet remained At Jordan with the Baptist, and had seen Him whom they heard so late ...
I HOLD that when a person dies His soul returns again to earth; Arrayed in some new flesh-disguise Another mother ...
You observe the carven hand With the index finger pointing heavenward. That is the direction, no doubt. But how shall ...
The Year's twelve daughters had in turn gone by, Of measured pace tho' varying mien all twelve, Some froward, some ...
Bow down my soul in worship very low And in the holy silences be lost. Bow down before the marble ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
(The poem shows the Master, with his work done, singing to free his heart in Heaven.) I heard Immanuel singing ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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