Ode To Liberty (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
Yet, Freedom, yet, thy banner, torn but flying,Streams like a thunder-storm against the wind.--BYRON.I.A glorious people vibrated againThe lightning of ...
Yet, Freedom, yet, thy banner, torn but flying,Streams like a thunder-storm against the wind.--BYRON.I.A glorious people vibrated againThe lightning of ...
The season was the childhood of sweet June,Whose sunny hours from morning until noonWent creeping through the day with silent ...
Ye wild-eyed Muses, sing the Twins of Jove,Whom the fair-ankled Leda, mixed in loveWith mighty Saturn's Heaven-obscuring Child,On Taygetus, that ...
Lift not the painted veil which those who liveCall Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there,And it but mimic all ...
When May is painting with her colours gayThe landscape sketched by April her sweet twin... (Percy Bysshe Shelley)
Lift not the painted veil which those who live Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there, And it but ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
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