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 Solitary
2. From the Arabic, an Imitation
3. To The Republicans Of North America
4. Matilda Gathering Flowers
5. Liberty

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

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