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Há 2 dias · The Cloud. seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid. In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken. The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother 's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
11 de mai. de 2024 · Percy Bysshe Shelley, who qualified as a Romantic by the exacting test of expiring a month before his 30th birthday, became oceanic by dying in a tempest on the Mediterranean, had Byron as a mourner at his funeral pyre, and was in any case partly exempted from the latter's contempt by the otherwise extremely stormy career that he pursued.
15 de mai. de 2024 · Childhood and youth, friendship and love's first glow, A. Have fled like sweet dreams, leaving thee to mourn. These common woes I feel. One loss is mine D. Which thou too feel'st, yet I alone deplore. Thou wert as a lone star, whose light did shine D. On some frail bark in winter's midnight roar: E. Thou hast like to a rock-built refuge stood F.
Há 1 dia · A Summer Evening Churchyard. The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere. Each vapour that obscured the sunset 's ray; And pallid Evening twines its beaming hair. In duskier braids around the languid eyes of Day: Silence and Twilight, unbeloved of men, Creep hand in hand from yon obscurest glen. They breathe their spells towards the departing day,
13 de mai. de 2024 · The Past. Blossoms and leaves, instead of mould? And leaves, the hopes that yet remain. II. Forget the dead, the past? Oh, yet. That joy, once lost, is pain. I. Wilt thou forget the happy hours Which we buried in Love-s sweet bowers, Heaping over their corpses cold Blossoms and leaves, instead of mould? Blosso.
14 de mai. de 2024 · Asia: From Prometheus Unbound. My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float. Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing; And thine doth like an angel sit. Beside a helm conducting it, Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing. It seems to float ever, for ever,
10 de mai. de 2024 · No-let me hie where dark Destruction dwells, To rouse her from her deeply caverned lair, And, taunting her cursed sluggishness to ire, Light long Oblivion 's death -torch at its flame. And calmly mount Annihilation's pyre. Tyrant of Earth! pale Misery's jackal Thou!
