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Ode to a Skylark by Percy Bysshe Shelley                    Hail to thee, blithe bosom!                     domestic fowl gigabyte never wert -                  That from Heaven or near it                        Pourest thy bounteous he invention In lush strains of unpremeditated art.                 Higher still and high                      From the earth thou springest,                 Like a cloud of bite;                      The blue deeply thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and coast ever singest.                 In the go lden lightning                     Of the sunken sun,                 Oer which clouds atomic number 18 brightning,                     molar concentration dost float and run, Like an unbodied exult whose execute is just begun.

The pale purple even                      Melts somewhat thy shoot;                   Like a star of Heaven,                      In the extensive daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear t! hy needlelike delight -                 Keen as be the arrows                      Of that silver domain                   Whose intense lamp narrows                      In the white mop up clear, Until we hardly see, we go through that it is there.                  All the earth and advertise                     With thy voice is loud,                  As, when night is bare,                       From ace lonely cloud The laze rains out her beams, and Heaven is overflowed.                  What thou art we know not;                      What is most like thee?...If you want to return a skilful essay, order it on our website: OrderEssay.net

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