But thou art fled Like some frail exhalation, which the dawn Robes in its golden beams, — ah ! thou hast fled ! The brave, the gentle, and the beautiful, The child of grace and genius. Heartless things Are done and said i... The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, with His Life - Seite 128 von Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1834 - 1004 Seiten Vollansicht -
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