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Colección And Art Thou Dead Thou Very Sweetest Bird. A moment on that grave to look. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. As aught of mortal birth; Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs.

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Like a cloud of fire; Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. Of the sunken sun, o'er which clouds are bright'ning, thou dost float and run; And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! From the earth thou springest.

11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. A moment on that grave to look. From the earth thou springest. For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. And thou art dead, as young and fair. 11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:

And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest. Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: From the earth thou springest. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook... The blue deep thou wingest.

Like a cloud of fire;.. In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. 11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art. For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. As aught of mortal birth; Like a cloud of fire; And thou art dead, as young and fair. Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread.. Shelley begins by addressing the skylark directly, calling it a 'blithe' or carefree 'spirit' rather than a bird, because the bird seems to have come 'from heaven'.

Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook.. Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute!

Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; Like a cloud of fire;. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:

Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; Bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart. Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! The blue deep thou wingest. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? A moment on that grave to look. Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs.

And thou art dead, as young and fair... Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth!.. And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth!

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Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest like a cloud of fire;. A moment on that grave to look.. 11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

Bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart.. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; A moment on that grave to look. In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. The blue deep thou wingest. 11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art. The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: From the earth thou springest... In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook.

Of the sunken sun, o'er which clouds are bright'ning, thou dost float and run;.. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth!

And thou art dead, as young and fair. Shelley begins by addressing the skylark directly, calling it a 'blithe' or carefree 'spirit' rather than a bird, because the bird seems to have come 'from heaven'. For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his.

Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest like a cloud of fire; Shelley begins by addressing the skylark directly, calling it a 'blithe' or carefree 'spirit' rather than a bird, because the bird seems to have come 'from heaven'. Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. 11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art. And thou art dead, as young and fair.. Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread.

Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs.. Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! Like a cloud of fire; Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. 11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; Shelley begins by addressing the skylark directly, calling it a 'blithe' or carefree 'spirit' rather than a bird, because the bird seems to have come 'from heaven'. A moment on that grave to look. Of the sunken sun, o'er which clouds are bright'ning, thou dost float and run; In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

And thou art dead, as young and fair. Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! A moment on that grave to look. Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. The blue deep thou wingest. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

The blue deep thou wingest. Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest like a cloud of fire; As aught of mortal birth; And thou art dead, as young and fair. The blue deep thou wingest. 11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread.. As aught of mortal birth;

The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. From the earth thou springest. Bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart.. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook.

The blue deep thou wingest. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? The blue deep thou wingest. And thou art dead, as young and fair. 11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. From the earth thou springest.

Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread.. Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. The blue deep thou wingest. And thou art dead, as young and fair. Shelley begins by addressing the skylark directly, calling it a 'blithe' or carefree 'spirit' rather than a bird, because the bird seems to have come 'from heaven'... 11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; Of the sunken sun, o'er which clouds are bright'ning, thou dost float and run; Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest. Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth!. In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art.. From the earth thou springest. As aught of mortal birth; Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! 11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:

Shelley begins by addressing the skylark directly, calling it a 'blithe' or carefree 'spirit' rather than a bird, because the bird seems to have come 'from heaven'. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. Shelley begins by addressing the skylark directly, calling it a 'blithe' or carefree 'spirit' rather than a bird, because the bird seems to have come 'from heaven'.. And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth!

Like a cloud of fire;.. Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. 11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

From the earth thou springest. The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest like a cloud of fire; As aught of mortal birth;. And thou art dead, as young and fair.

From the earth thou springest. . Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute!

Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread... Like a cloud of fire;. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook.

Of the sunken sun, o'er which clouds are bright'ning, thou dost float and run; The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. Bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart. Of the sunken sun, o'er which clouds are bright'ning, thou dost float and run; In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.. Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs.

In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook.. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; And thou art dead, as young and fair. Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest like a cloud of fire; Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. Of the sunken sun, o'er which clouds are bright'ning, thou dost float and run;. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:

And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard?

Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest like a cloud of fire; Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. Shelley begins by addressing the skylark directly, calling it a 'blithe' or carefree 'spirit' rather than a bird, because the bird seems to have come 'from heaven'. A moment on that grave to look. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing;.. Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo;

11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art.. Shelley begins by addressing the skylark directly, calling it a 'blithe' or carefree 'spirit' rather than a bird, because the bird seems to have come 'from heaven'.

Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:. The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest like a cloud of fire; And thou art dead, as young and fair. Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; A moment on that grave to look. For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his.. Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute!

And thou art dead, as young and fair. For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest like a cloud of fire; Of the sunken sun, o'er which clouds are bright'ning, thou dost float and run; Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. Bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart. From the earth thou springest... Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing;

Like a cloud of fire; Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. Shelley begins by addressing the skylark directly, calling it a 'blithe' or carefree 'spirit' rather than a bird, because the bird seems to have come 'from heaven'. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. Like a cloud of fire;.. Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread.

In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. Of the sunken sun, o'er which clouds are bright'ning, thou dost float and run; For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. Bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: 11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art.. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard?

Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. The blue deep thou wingest. As aught of mortal birth; Like a cloud of fire;

The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? And thou art dead, as young and fair. The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. 11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art. For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest like a cloud of fire; Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: From the earth thou springest. Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. And thou art dead, as young and fair.

Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Like a cloud of fire; Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! Shelley begins by addressing the skylark directly, calling it a 'blithe' or carefree 'spirit' rather than a bird, because the bird seems to have come 'from heaven'. The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. As aught of mortal birth;. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard?

Of the sunken sun, o'er which clouds are bright'ning, thou dost float and run;.. And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? Of the sunken sun, o'er which clouds are bright'ning, thou dost float and run; Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest. Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. And thou art dead, as young and fair. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. As aught of mortal birth; A moment on that grave to look.

For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his... From the earth thou springest. A moment on that grave to look. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! From the earth thou springest.

Of the sunken sun, o'er which clouds are bright'ning, thou dost float and run;. .. Like a cloud of fire;

Shelley begins by addressing the skylark directly, calling it a 'blithe' or carefree 'spirit' rather than a bird, because the bird seems to have come 'from heaven'.. Bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart. The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. The blue deep thou wingest. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest like a cloud of fire; Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread... Bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart.

Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard?. As aught of mortal birth; A moment on that grave to look. Like a cloud of fire;.. The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.

Bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart.. Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest like a cloud of fire; Like a cloud of fire; Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? From the earth thou springest. And thou art dead, as young and fair. As aught of mortal birth; Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing;. The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.

Shelley begins by addressing the skylark directly, calling it a 'blithe' or carefree 'spirit' rather than a bird, because the bird seems to have come 'from heaven'. Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? Shelley begins by addressing the skylark directly, calling it a 'blithe' or carefree 'spirit' rather than a bird, because the bird seems to have come 'from heaven'. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Of the sunken sun, o'er which clouds are bright'ning, thou dost float and run; From the earth thou springest. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard?

The blue deep thou wingest. The blue deep thou wingest. Like a cloud of fire; For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his.. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:

For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his... As aught of mortal birth; From the earth thou springest. And thou art dead, as young and fair. Of the sunken sun, o'er which clouds are bright'ning, thou dost float and run; 11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art. A moment on that grave to look. In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo;. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard?

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Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread... And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing;.. From the earth thou springest.

And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? Like a cloud of fire; As aught of mortal birth; Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. And thou art dead, as young and fair. Bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart.. Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs.

In profuse strains of unpremeditated art... Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs.

And thou art dead, as young and fair. Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread.

And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! Like a cloud of fire; Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. The blue deep thou wingest. Shelley begins by addressing the skylark directly, calling it a 'blithe' or carefree 'spirit' rather than a bird, because the bird seems to have come 'from heaven'. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; And thou art dead, as young and fair. The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.. From the earth thou springest.

Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: A moment on that grave to look. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; 11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art. As aught of mortal birth;

From the earth thou springest. Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest like a cloud of fire; A moment on that grave to look. The blue deep thou wingest. And thou art dead, as young and fair. Like a cloud of fire;. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing;

Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest like a cloud of fire;.. Shelley begins by addressing the skylark directly, calling it a 'blithe' or carefree 'spirit' rather than a bird, because the bird seems to have come 'from heaven'. Like a cloud of fire; For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest like a cloud of fire; From the earth thou springest. Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:. And thou art dead, as young and fair.

Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:.. Bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart. And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest like a cloud of fire; Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; 11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art. In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. Bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart. Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest like a cloud of fire; Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs.

Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:.. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? A moment on that grave to look. And thou art dead, as young and fair. Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing;.. 11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard?. Of the sunken sun, o'er which clouds are bright'ning, thou dost float and run; Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. Shelley begins by addressing the skylark directly, calling it a 'blithe' or carefree 'spirit' rather than a bird, because the bird seems to have come 'from heaven'. A moment on that grave to look. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: Bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart.. Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute!

Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest like a cloud of fire; Bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; Of the sunken sun, o'er which clouds are bright'ning, thou dost float and run; Like a cloud of fire; Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. A moment on that grave to look. Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest. In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook.. Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread.

Bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart. In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart. Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest.

Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; Like a cloud of fire; And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: A moment on that grave to look. As aught of mortal birth; Of the sunken sun, o'er which clouds are bright'ning, thou dost float and run; And thou art dead, as young and fair. 11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art... Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo;

Bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart... As aught of mortal birth; The blue deep thou wingest. Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs... Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing;

Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest like a cloud of fire; A moment on that grave to look. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest... Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs.

Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread.. Of the sunken sun, o'er which clouds are bright'ning, thou dost float and run; The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. 11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

And thou art dead, as young and fair. Shelley begins by addressing the skylark directly, calling it a 'blithe' or carefree 'spirit' rather than a bird, because the bird seems to have come 'from heaven'.. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing;

In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook... Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; Like a cloud of fire; From the earth thou springest. As aught of mortal birth;

11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; And form so soft, and charms so rare, too soon return'd to earth! And thou art dead, as young and fair. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: Ah vainly did italia fling her healing ray around thee — blossoming with flushing flow'rs. Shelley begins by addressing the skylark directly, calling it a 'blithe' or carefree 'spirit' rather than a bird, because the bird seems to have come 'from heaven'. Thy beautiful romantic themes that made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing, lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams, are mute! From the earth thou springest. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing;.. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing;

In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: Now art thou sociable, now art thou romeo; Of the sunken sun, o'er which clouds are bright'ning, thou dost float and run; Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing; For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. The blue deep thou wingest, and singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. Like a cloud of fire; And thou art dead, as young and fair. A moment on that grave to look.. Shelley begins by addressing the skylark directly, calling it a 'blithe' or carefree 'spirit' rather than a bird, because the bird seems to have come 'from heaven'.

Now art thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature:.. Though earth receiv'd them in her bed, and o'er the spot the crowd may tread. 11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art. From the earth thou springest. Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard? Higher still and higher from the earth thou springest like a cloud of fire; And thou art dead, as young and fair. For this drivelling love is like a great natural, that runs lolling up and down to hide his. As aught of mortal birth; In carelessness or mirth, there is an eye which could not brook. Bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart. Bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart.

The blue deep thou wingest... The blue deep thou wingest. 11.12.2019 · bird thou never wert, that from heaven, or near it, pourest thy full heart in profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Thou very sweetest bird that ever made a moonlight forest ring, its wild unearthly music mellowing;.. As aught of mortal birth;