Song. Cold, Cold Is The Blast When December Is Howling (Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems)
Cold, cold is the blast when December is howling,Cold are the damps on a dying man's brow,--Stern are the seas ...
Cold, cold is the blast when December is howling,Cold are the damps on a dying man's brow,--Stern are the seas ...
Another Version Of 'A Bridal Song'.Night, with all thine eyes look down!Darkness shed its holiest dew!When ever smiled the inconstant ...
Night, with all thine eyes look down!Darkness shed its holiest dew!When ever smiled the inconstant moonOn a pair so true?Hence, ...
I.The golden gates of Sleep unbarWhere Strength and Beauty, met together,Kindle their image like a starIn a sea of glassy ...
Emily, A ship is floating in the harbour now, A wind is hovering o'er the mountain's brow; There is a ...
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