Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Stanza, Written At Bracknell

Thy dewy looks sink in my breast;
     Thy gentle words stir poison there;
Thou hast disturbed the only rest
     That was the portion of despair!
Subdued to Duty’s hard control,
     I could have borne my wayward lot:
The chains that bind this ruined soul
     Had cankered then—but crushed it not. 

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2. Homer's Hymn to Minerva
3. Letter To Maria Gisborne
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5. From the Arabic, an Imitation

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