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. From the Arabic, an Imitation
2. Matilda Gathering Flowers
3. The Solitary
4. I Would Not Be A King
5. To The Republicans Of North America

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

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