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Percy Bysshe Shelley: Peter Bell, The Devil

by Percy Bysshe Shelley Death Hell The Devil The Devil, I safely can aver, Has neither hoof, nor tail, nor sting; Nor is he, as some sages swear, A spirit, neither here nor there, In nothing—…

Robert Frost: Birches

BirchesRobert FrostWhen I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy's been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to…

Poem: Gerontion

Poem 2 Gerontion Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. Here I am, an old man in a dry month, Being read to by a boy, waiting for…