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  1. 10 de abr. de 2024 · 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.

  2. 8 de abr. de 2024 · Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (born August 30, 1797, London, England—died February 1, 1851, London) was an English Romantic novelist best known as the author of Frankenstein. On January 1, 1818, a small London publisher printed 500 copies of Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus on the cheapest paper available. This was only the beginning.

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  4. Hace 5 días · 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!

  5. 10 de abr. de 2024 · 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,

  6. Hace 1 día · 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.

  7. Hace 1 día · Time. Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years, Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe. Are brackish with the salt of human tears! Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow. Claspest the limits of mortality, And sick of prey, yet howling on for more, Vomitest thy wrecks on its inhospitable shore; Treacherous in calm, and terrible in storm,