Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

To Byron

O mighty mind, in whose deep stream this age
Shakes like a reed in the unheeding storm,
Why dost thou curb not thine own sacred rage?

1. The Fitful Alternations of the Rain
2. I Would Not Be A King
3. Wine Of The Fairies
4. Bereavement
5. From the Arabic, an Imitation

John Keats To Byron ("Byron! how sweetly sad thy melody!")

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