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Hace 3 días · From the broad moonlight of the sky, Fanning the busy dreams from my dim eyes,--. Waken me when their Mother, the gray Dawn, Tells them that dreams and that the moon is gone. II. Then I arise, and climbing Heaven's blue dome, I walk over the mountains and the waves, Leaving my robe upon the ocean foam; My footsteps pave the clouds with fire ...
Hace 4 días · Swifter far than happy night, Art thou come and gone--. As the earth when leaves are dead, As the night when sleep is sped, As the heart when joy is fled, I am left lone, alone. II. The swallow summer comes again--. The owlet night resumes her reign--.
Hace 5 días · 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,
Hace 2 días · The seed ye sow another reaps; The wealth ye find another keeps; The robes ye weave another wears; The arms ye forge another bears. VI. Sow seed,-- but let no tyrant reap; Find wealth,-- let no imposter heap; Weave robes,-- let not the idle wear; Forge arms, in your defence to bear.
Hace 4 días · — William Godwin to Mary Shelley After her husband's death, Mary Shelley lived for a year with Leigh Hunt and his family in Genoa, where she often saw Byron and transcribed his poems. She resolved to live by her pen and for her son, but her financial situation was precarious. On 23 July 1823, she left Genoa for England and stayed with her father and stepmother in the Strand until a small ...
Hace 2 días · Gleams dimly--so the moon shone there, And it yellow 'd the strings of thy tangled hair, That shook in the wind of night. The moon made thy lips pale, belov {`e}d; The wind made thy bosom chill; The night did shed. On thy dear head. Its frozen dew, and thou didst lie. Where the bitter breath of the naked sky.
