O mighty mind, in whose deep stream this age
Shakes like a reed in the unheeding storm,
Why dost thou curb not thine own sacred rage?
More verses by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- The Drowned Lover
- On The Dark Height Of Jura
- Lines -- Far, Far Away, O Ye
- Dirge For The Year
- Sonnet : On Launching Some Bottles Filled With Knowledge Into The Bristol Channel