Poetry & Verse
On an Icicle That Clung to the Grass of a Grave
By Percy Bysshe ShelleySource: Percy Bysshe Shelley - PoetryDB (Public Domain)261 words
Oh! take the pure gem to where southerly breezes, Waft repose to some bosom as faithful as fair, In which the warm current of love...
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Oh! take the pure gem to where southerly breezes,
Waft repose to some bosom as faithful as fair,
In which the warm current of love never freezes,
As it rises unmingled with selfishness there,
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