Ozymandias By Percy Bysshe Shelley
Ozymandias By Percy Bysshe Shelley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may be For my
Like the moon her kindness is,
If kindness I may call
What has no comprehension in’t,
But is the same for all
As though my sorrow were a scene
Upon a painted wall.
So like a bit of stone I lie
Under a broken tree.
I could recover if I shrieked
My heart’s agony
To passing bird, but I am dumb
From human dignity.
Ozymandias By Percy Bysshe Shelley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may be For my
Invictus By William Ernest Henley Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may be For my
Ode to a Nightingale By John Keats My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some
Death Wish By Josh Alex Baker I ask whenis the last time you returned yourself to yourself. Iam a hypocrite to makeyou answer what I
