Poetry Collection
Ode to the West Wind by P. B. Shelly
I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead, Are driven, l…
I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead, Are driven, l…
Once upon a time a frog Croaked away in Bingle Bog Every night from dusk to dawn He croaked awn and awn and awn Other creatures…
I remember the night my mother was stung by a scorpion. Ten hours of steady rain had driven him to crawl beneath a sac…
Lightly o Lightly, we bear her along, She sways like a flower in the wind of our song; She skims like a bird on the foam of…