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978-0-460-04140-9 / 0460041401

Poems

by Shelley, Percy Bysshe

Publisher:Folio Press; [distributed by] J. M. Dent

Edition:Hardcover

Language:English

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1885 Excerpt: ... An equal passion to repay They are not coy like me. in. Or seek some slave of power and gold, To be thy dear heart's mate, Thy love will move that bigot cold Sooner than me thy hate. IV. A passion like the one I prove Cannot divided be; I hate thy want of truth and love--How should I then hate thee? TO MARY O Mary dear, that you were here With your brown eyes bright and clear, And your sweet voice, like a bird Singing love to its lone mate In the ivy bower disconsolate; Voice the sweetest ever heard! And your brow more. . 99 Than the sky Of this azure Italy. Mary dear, come to me soon, I am not well whilst thou art far; As sunset to the sphered moon, As twilight to the western star, Thou, beloved, art to me. O Mary dear, that you were here; The Castle echo whispers "Here!' SONNET. Lift not the painted veil which those who live Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there, And it but mimic all we would believe With colours idly spread,--behind, lurk Fear And Hope, twin destinies; who ever weave Their shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear. I knew one who had lifted it--he sought, For his lost heart was tender, things to love, But found them not, alas! nor was there aught The world contains, the which he could approve. Through the unheeding many he did move, A splendour among shadows, a bright blot Upon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that strove For truth, and like the Preacher found it not. LINES WRITTEN AMONG THE EUGANEAN HILLS. 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 Day and night, and night and day, Drifting on his dreary way, With the solid darkness black Closing round his vessel's track; Whilst above the sunless sky, Big with clouds, hangs heavily, And behind the t...

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