poet Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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To Italy

As the sunrise to the night,
As the north wind to the clouds,
As the earthquake's fiery flight,
Ruining mountain solitudes,
Everlasting Italy,
Be those hopes and fears on thee.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 1, 2010

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  • Bhagabat Prasad HottaBhagabat Prasad Hotta (11/5/2018 10:46:00 PM)

    The beautiful moment at the sunrise....I enjoyed....

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  • toby goodrum (7/12/2018 4:44:00 AM)

    i love my nan and ur dad

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  • Henry Anderson (7/12/2018 4:38:00 AM)

    im gay and i like big so can i have yours

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    suck my(7/12/2018 4:41:00 AM)

    suck my nan

    ben watson(7/12/2018 4:40:00 AM)

    u cann hsve mine

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  • connor birttn (7/12/2018 4:35:00 AM)

    hi im gay i like big in my mouth can i have yours

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  • Marco AngeloMarco Angelo (5/15/2014 12:41:00 AM)

    molto bello.... veramente bello.

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