Prometeu Desacorrentado e outros poemas Quotes

“O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being, 
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead 
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Y
ellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, 
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed”
― Percy Bysshe Shelley, Prometheus Unbound: A Lyrical Drama in Four Acts With Other Poems