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
How sweet is the shepherd’s sweet lot!
From the morn to the evening he strays;
He shall follow his sheep all the day,
And his tongue shall be filled with praise.
For he hears the lambs’ innocent call,
And he hears the ewes’ tender reply;
He is watchful while they are in peace,
For they know when their shepherd is nigh.
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
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night By Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at
The Spider And The Fly by Mary Howitt “Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly,“‘Tis the prettiest little parlour that
All The World’s A Stage (From As You Like It) By William Shakespeare aques to Duke Senior
