Songs of the Common Day, and, Ave!: An Ode for the Shelley Centenary

Over the tops of the trees, And over the shallow stream, The shepherd of sunset frees The amber phantoms of dream. The time is the time of vision; The hour is the hour of calm;...

Far down, the cattle in their shadowed stalls, Nose-deep in clover fodder’s meadowy scent, Forget the snows that whelm their pasture streams, The frost that bites the world beyo...

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With bread-and-cheese and doughnuts fit to feed a farm a year! And we washed them down with tides of tea and oceans of spruce beer. _Oh, the frost is on the forest, and the snow...