Percy Bysshe Shelley (Перси Биши Шелли)

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The fitful alternations of the rain,
When the chill wind, languid as with pain
Of its own heavy moisture, here and there
Drives through the gray and beamless atmosphere. 

1. The Spectral Horseman
2. I Would Not Be A King
3. Wine Of The Fairies
4. Liberty
5. From the Arabic, an Imitation

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