Hark! the owlet flaps his wings
In the pathless dell beneath;
Hark! 'tis the night-raven sings
Tidings of approaching death.
Song To The Men Of England.
Percy Bysshe Shelley, Simple Poetry
Lines To A Critic.
Percy Bysshe Shelley, Simple Poetry
Fragment: 'The Viewless And Invisible Consequence'.
Percy Bysshe Shelley, Simple Poetry
Fragment: 'When Soft Winds And Sunny Skies'.
Percy Bysshe Shelley, Simple Poetry