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  1. Hace 6 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.

  2. Hace 2 días · #literature #poetry #calcuttauniversity#ssc #slst #bengali #compulsory_english #graduation #bangladesh #poem #story #bengalivlog

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  3. Hace 2 días · 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.

  4. 11 de abr. de 2024 · This paper posits that in his prose and poetry, Percy Bysshe Shelley (an English poet of the Romantic period) articulates both the philosophy and methodology of nonviolence as a response to oppression, repression and marginalisation. It also contends that although his theory significantly impacted the formation of the philosophies and socio-political campaigns of later nonviolence activists ...

  5. Hace 5 días · Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave. Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear ,-. Swift be thy flight! Wrap thy form in a mantle grey, Star -inwrought! Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day,

  6. Hace 1 día · Chorus from 'Hellas': Song from 'Ajax and Ulysses' (in The Hundred Best English Poems) by Percy Bysshe Shelley Black Screen For SleepingPlease don't forget...

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  7. 18 de abr. de 2024 · A less drear ruin then than now, With thy conquest-branded brow. Stooping to the slave of slaves. From thy throne, among the waves. Wilt thou be, when the sea-mew. Flies, as once before it flew, O'er thine isles depopulate, And all is in its ancient state, Save where many a palace gate.

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