16 avril 2014
To a Skylark Percy Bysshe Shelley in late June 1820
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Hail to thee, blithe Spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest,...
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