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its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed. |
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Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on. |
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“Lines Written Among the Euganean Hills,” Shelley |
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One the beach of a northern sea Which tempests shake eternally, As once the wretch there lay to sleep, Lies a solitary heap, One white skull and seven dry bones. |
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“Lines Written Among the Euganean Hills,” Shelley |
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There is no lament for him, Like a sunless vapour, dim, Who once clothed with life and thought What now moves nor murmurs not. |
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“Lines Written Among the Euganean Hills,” Shelley |
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Column, tower, and dome, and spire, Shine like obelisks of fire, Pointing with inconstant motion From the altar of dark ocean To the sapphire-tinted skies; As the flames of sacrifice From the marble shrines did rise, As to pierce the dome of gold Where Apollo spoke of old. |
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“Lines Written Among the Euganean Hills,” Shelley |
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But if Freedom should awake In her omnipotence, and shake From the the Celtic Anarch’s hold All the keys of dungeons cold, Where a hundred cities lie Chained like thee, ingloriously, Thou and all they sister band Might adorn this sunny land, Twining memories of old time With new virtues more sublime; If not, perish thou and they! |
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“Lines Written Among the Euganean Hills,” Shelley |
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As divinest Shakespeare’s might Fills Avon and the world with light Like omniscient power which he Imaged’ mid mortality; As the love from Petrach’s urn, Yet amid yon hills doth burn, A quenchless lamp by which the heart Sees things unearthly. |
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“Lines Written Among the Euganean Hills,” Shelley |
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Lo, the sun floats up the sky Like thought-winged Liberty Till the universal light Seems to level plain and height |
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“Lines Written Among the Euganean Hills,” Shelley |
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O tyranny, beholdest now Light around thee, and thou hearest The loud flames ascend, and fearest: Grovel on the earth; aye, hide In the dust they purple pride! |
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“Lines Written Among the Euganean Hills,” Shelley |
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And my spirit which so long Darkened this swift stream of song Interpenetrated lie By the glory of the sky: Be it love, light, harmony, Odour, or the soul of all Which from heaven like dew doth fall, Or the mind which feels this verse Peopling the lone universe. |
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“Lines Written Among the Euganean Hills,” Shelley |
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The soft dreams of the morn… Pass, to other sufferers fleeing, And its ancient pilot, Pain, Sits beside the helm again. |
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“Lines Written Among the Euganean Hills,” Shelley |
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With folded wings they waiting sit For my bark, to pilot it To some calm and blooming cove, Where for me, and those I love, May a windless bower be built, Far from passion, pain, and guilt. |
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“Lines Written Among the Euganean Hills,” Shelley |
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We may live so happy there, That the Spirits of the Air, Envying us, may even entice To our healing Paradise The polluting multitude; But their rage would be subdued By that clime divine and calm. |
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“Lines Written Among the Euganean Hills,” Shelley |
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In their whisperings musical The inspired soul supplies With its own deep melodies |
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“Lines Written Among the Euganean Hills,” Shelley |
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Every sprite beneath the moon Would repent its envy vain, And the earth grow young again. |
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“Lines Written Among the Euganean Hills,” Shelley |
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It is a mistake to suppose that I dedicate my poetical compositions solely to the direct enforcement of reform, or that I consider them in any degree as containing a reasoned system on the theory of human life. Didactic poetry is my abhorrence; nothing can be equally well expressed in prose that is not tedious and supererogatory in verse. |
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Preface to Prometheus Unbound, Shelley |
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I curse thee! Let a sufferer’s curse Clasp thee, his torturer, like remorse! |
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Prometheus Unbound, Shelley |
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It doth repent me: words are quick and vain; Grief for awhile is blind, and so was mine. I wish no living thing to suffer pain. |
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Prometheus Unbound, Shelley |
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No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure. |
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Prometheus Unbound, Shelley |
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Disdain! Ah no! I pity thee. What ruin Will hunt thee undefended through wide Heaven! |
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Prometheus Unbound, Shelley |
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I speak in grief, Not exultation, for I hate no more, As then ere misery made me wise. |
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Prometheus Unbound, Shelley |
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Awful Sufferer! To thee unwilling, most unwillingly, I come, but the great Father’s will driven down, To execute a doom of new revenge. Alas! I pity thee and hate myself. |
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Prometheus Unbound, Shelley |
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Heaven seems Hell, So they worn form pursues me night and day, Smiling reproach. Wise art thou, firm and good. |
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Prometheus Unbound, Shelley |
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Let the will kneel within thy haughty heart; For benefits and meek submission tame The fiercest and the mightiest. |
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Prometheus Unbound, Shelley |
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The crystal-winged snow cling round my hair: Whilst my beloved race is trampled down By his thought-executing ministers. |
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Prometheus Unbound, Shelley |
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Alas! I wonder at, yet pity thee.” “Pity the self-despising slaves of Heaven, Not me, within whose mind sits peace serene |
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Prometheus Unbound, Shelley |
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Yet am I king over myself, and rule The torturing and conflicting throngs within |
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Prometheus Unbound, Shelley |
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The good want power, but to weep barren tears. The powerful goodness want: worse need for them. The wise want love; and those who love want wisdom. And all best things are thus confused to ill. |
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Prometheus Unbound, Shelley |
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Thy words are like a cloud of winged snakes; And yet I pity those they torture not. |
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Prometheus Unbound, Shelley |
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Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aereal kisses Of shapes that haunt thought’s wildernesses He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see what things they be; But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality! One of these awakened me And I sped to succor thee. |
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Prometheus Unbound, Shelley |
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But who rains down Evil, the immedicable plague, which, while Man looks on his creation like a God And sees that it is glorious, drives him on, The wreck of his own will, the scorn of earth, The outcast, the abandoned, the alone? |
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Prometheus Unbound, Shelley |
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What to bid speak Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance and Change? To these All thngs are subject but eternal Love. |
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Prometheus Unbound, Shelley |
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How thou art changed! I dare not look on thee; I feel but see thee not. I scarce endure The radiance of thy beauty. |
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Prometheus Unbound, Shelley |
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All else had been subdued to me; alone The soul of man, like unextinguished fire, Yet burns towards heaven with fierce reproach |
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Prometheus Unbound, Shelley |
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soon I looked, And behold, thrones were kingless, and men walked One with the other even as spirits do, none fawned, none trampled; hate, disdain, or fear, Self-love or self-contempt, on human brows No more inscribed. |
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Prometheus Unbound, Shelley |
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the painted veil, by those who were, called life, Which mimicked, as with colours idly spread, All men believed or hoped, is torn aside. |
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Prometheus Unbound, Shelley |
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man; equal, unclassed, tribeless, and nationless, Exempt from awe, worship, degree, the King Over himself, just, gentle, wise: but man Passionless? -- No. |
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Prometheus Unbound, Shelley |
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Gentleness, Virtue, Wisdom, and Endurance,
These are the seals of that most firm assurance
Which bars the pit over Destruction's strength |
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Prometheus Unbound, Shelley |
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To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates; neither to change, nor falter, nor repent; This, like thy glory, Titan! is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free; This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory! |
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Prometheus Unbound, Shelley |
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The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame Over his living head like Heaven is bent... And Love taught Grief to fall like music from his tongue. |
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Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless as the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness |
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Live though, whose infamy is not thy fame! Live! fear no heavier chastisement from me, Thou noteless blot on a remembered name! But be thyself, and know thyself to be! |
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Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep-- He hath awakened from the dream of life -- 'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife And in mad trance, strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings. |
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He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn. |
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He lives, he wakes -- 'tis Death is dead, not he. |
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He is a portion of the loveliness Which once he made more lovely. |
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The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity. |
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That Light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove
By man and beast and earth and air and sea. |
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The soul of _____, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are. |
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a Shape so sate within, as one whom years deform, Beneath a dusky hood and double cape. |
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The Triumph of Life, Shelley |
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All the four faces of that Charioteer Had their eyes banded. |
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The Triumph of Life, Shelley |
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All but the sacred few who could not tame Their spirits to the conqueror - but as soon As they had touched the world with living flame, Fled back like eagles to their native noon. |
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The Triumph of Life, Shelley |
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One falls and then another in the path Senseless - nor is the desolation single, Yet ere I can say where - the chariot hath Passed over them. |
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The Triumph of Life, Shelley |
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What I thought was an old root which grew To strange distortion out of the hill side, Was indeed one of that deluded crew... "If thou canst, forebear To joint the dance, which I had well forborne!" |
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The Triumph of Life, Shelley |
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Before thy memory, "I feared, loved, hated, suffered, did and died, And if the spark with which Heaven lit my spirit Had been with purer nutriment supplied, Corruption would not now thus much inherit of what was once ______. |
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The Triumph of Life, Shelley |
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And much I grieved to think how power and will In opposition rule our mortal day. |
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The Triumph of Life, Shelley |
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Figures ever new Rise on the bubble, paint them as you may; We have but thrown, as those before us threw. |
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The Triumph of Life, Shelley |
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A Shape all light, which with one hand did fling Dew on the earth, as if she were the dawn, And the invisible rain did ever sing. |
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The Triumph of Life, Shelley |
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In her right hand she bore a crystal glass Mantling with bright Nepenthe... "Arise and quench thy thirst," was her reply... And suddenly my brain became as sand. |
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The Triumph of Life, Shelley |
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among The thickest billows of that living storm I plunged, and bared my bosom to the clime Of that cold light, whose airs too soon deform. |
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The Triumph of Life, Shelley |
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O! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! |
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Ode to the West Wind, Shelley |
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Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! |
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Ode to the West Wind, Shelley |
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If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? |
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Ode to the West Wind, Shelley |
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Like a Poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes
and fear it heeded not. |
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What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain?... What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain? |
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A mighty lesson we inherit: Thou art a symbol and a sign To mortals of their fate and force; Like thee, man is in part divine, A troubled stream from a troubled source. |
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His wretchedness, and his resistance, And his sad unallied existence: To which his spirit may oppose Itself - and equal to all woes... Triumphant where it dares defy, And making death a victory. |
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I am as a weed, Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam to sail Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail. |
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Byron |
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In my youth's summer I did sing of one, The wandering outlay of his own dark mind; Again I seize the theme. |
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Byron |
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Since my young days of passion -- joy, or pain, Perchance my heart and harp have lost a string, And both may jar: it may be, that in vain I would essay as I have sung to sing. |
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Byron |
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He, who grown aged in this world of woe, In deeds, not years, piercing the depths of life, So that no wonder waits him. |
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Byron |
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Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I? Nothing; but not so art thou, Soul of my thought! |
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Byron |
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life's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim. His had been quaffed too quickly, and hi found The dregs were wormwood... Still round him clung invisibly a chain Which galled forever. |
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Byron |
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But soon he knew himself the most unfit Of men to herd with man... Proud though in desolation; which could find A life within itself, to breathe without mankind. |
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Byron |
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Where rose the mountains, there to him were friends; Where rolled the ocean, thereon was his home...they spake a mutual language, clearer than the tome Of his land's tongue, which he would oft forsake, For Nature's pages glassed by sunbeams on the lake. |
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Byron |
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he could watch the stars, Till he had peopled them with beings bright As their own beams. |
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Byron |
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Could he have kept his spirit to that flight He had been happy; but this clay will sink Its spark immortal. |
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Byron |
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How that red rain hath made the harvest grow! And is this all the world has gained by thee, Thou first and last of field! king-making Victory? |
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Byron |
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There is very life in our despair, Vitality of poison. |
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Byron |
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There sunk the greatest, nor the worst of men...spirit, antithetically mixt... Extreme in all things!...thou seek'st Even now to re-assume the imperial mien, And shake again the world, the thunderer of the scene! |
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Byron |
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There is a fire And motion of the soul which will not dwell In its own narrow being, but aspire Beyond the fitting medium of desire; And, but once kindled, quenchless evermore, Preys upon high adventure, nor can tire of aught but rest.. |
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Byron |
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There is too much of man here, to look through With a fit mind the might which I behold; But soon in me shall Loneliness renew Thoughts hid, but not less cherish'd than of old. |
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Byron |
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Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led. |
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Byron |
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Is it not better, then, to be alone, And love Earth only for its earthly sake? .... I live not by myself, but I become Portion of that around me. |
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Byron |
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Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and my soul, as I of them? |
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Byron |
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THey made themselves a fearful monument! The wreck of old opinions -- things which grew Breathed from the birth of time; the veil they rent, and what behind it lay, all earth shall view. But good with ill they also overthrew, Leaving but ruins. |
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Byron |
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But this will not endure, nor be endured! Mankind have felt their strength, and made it felt. |
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Byron |
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I can see Nothing to loathe in nature, save to be A link reluctant in a fleshly chain. |
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Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Byron |
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A vision on his sleep There came, a dream of hopes that never yet Had flushed his cheek. He dreamed a veiled maid sate near him, talking in low solemn tones. Her voice was like the voice of his own soul Heard in the calm of thought. |
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Art and eloquence, And all the shows o' the world are frail and vain To weep a loss that turns their lights to shade. It is a woe too "deep for tears." |
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So much of life and joy is lost. The race Of man flies far in dread; his work and dwelling Vanish, like smoke before the tempest's stream, And their place is not known. Below, vast caves Shine in the rushing torrents' restless gleam. |
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The secret Strength of things Which governs thought, and to the infinite dome Of heaven is as a law, inhabits thee! And what were thou, and earth, and stars, and sea, If to the human mind's imaginings Silence and solitude were vacancy? |
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The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark - now glittering - now reflecting gloom - Now lending splendour, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings Of waters. |
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The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats though unseen among us... It visits with inconstant glance Each human heart and countenance... Like aught that for its grace may be Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery. |
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Hymn to Intellectual Beauty, Shelley |
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No voice from some subliner world hath ever To sage or poet these responses given - Therefore the names of Demon, Ghost, and Heaven, remain the records of their vain endeavour, Frail spells - whose uttered charm might not avail to sever, From all we hear and all we see, Doubt, chance and mutability. |
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Hymn to Intellectual Beauty, Shelley |
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Thy light alone - like mist o'er mountains driven, Or music by the nigt wind sent Through strings of some still instrument, Or moonlight on a midnight stream, Gives grace and truth to life's unquiet dream. |
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Hymn to Intellectual Beauty, Shelley |
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Love, Hope, and Self-esteem, like couds depart And come, for some uncertain moments lent. Man were immortal, and omnipotent, Didst thou, unknown and awful as thou art, Keep with thy glorious train firm state within his heart. |
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Hymn to Intellectual Beauty, Shelley |
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I was not heard - I saw them not - When musing deeply on the lot Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to bring News of birds and blossoming, - Sudden, thy shadow fell on me; I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy! |
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Hymn to Intellectual Beauty, Shelley |
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Thus let thy power, which like the truth Of nature on my passive youth Descended, to my onward life supply Its calm - to one who worships thee, And every form containing thee, Whom,Spirit fair, thy spells did bind To fear himself, and love all human kind. |
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Hymn to Intellectual Beauty, Shelley |
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