Quote #27
Men of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay ye low?
More from Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Chameleons feed on light and air: Poets' food is love and fame.
- Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle - Why not I with thine?
- Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which…
- I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright.
- Fear not the future, weep not for the past.
- O lift me from the grass! I die! I faint! I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas…
- With hue like that when some great painter dips His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse.
- Hell is a city much like London - A populous and smoky city.