The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,285 pages of information about The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Complete.

The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 1,285 pages of information about The Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Complete.

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LINES.

[Published by Mrs. Shelley with the date ‘November 5th, 1817,’ in “Posthumous Poems”, 1824.]

1. 
That time is dead for ever, child! 
Drowned, frozen, dead for ever! 
We look on the past
And stare aghast
At the spectres wailing, pale and ghast, 5
Of hopes which thou and I beguiled
To death on life’s dark river.

2. 
The stream we gazed on then rolled by;
Its waves are unreturning;
But we yet stand 10
In a lone land,
Like tombs to mark the memory
Of hopes and fears, which fade and flee
In the light of life’s dim morning.

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DEATH.

[Published by Mrs. Shelley in “Posthumous Poems”, 1824.]

1. 
They die—­the dead return not—­Misery
Sits near an open grave and calls them over,
A Youth with hoary hair and haggard eye—­
They are the names of kindred, friend and lover,
Which he so feebly calls—­they all are gone—­ 5
Fond wretch, all dead! those vacant names alone,
This most familiar scene, my pain—­
These tombs—­alone remain.

2. 
Misery, my sweetest friend—­oh, weep no more! 
Thou wilt not be consoled—­I wonder not! 10
For I have seen thee from thy dwelling’s door
Watch the calm sunset with them, and this spot
Was even as bright and calm, but transitory,
And now thy hopes are gone, thy hair is hoary;
This most familiar scene, my pain—­
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These tombs—­alone remain.

NOTE: 
5 calls editions 1839; called 1824.

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OTHO.

[Published by Mrs. Shelley, “Poetical Works”, 1839, 1st edition.]

1. 
Thou wert not, Cassius, and thou couldst not be,
Last of the Romans, though thy memory claim
From Brutus his own glory—­and on thee
Rests the full splendour of his sacred fame: 
Nor he who dared make the foul tyrant quail 5
Amid his cowering senate with thy name,
Though thou and he were great—­it will avail
To thine own fame that Otho’s should not fail.

2. 
’Twill wrong thee not—­thou wouldst, if thou couldst feel,
Abjure such envious fame—­great Otho died 10
Like thee—­he sanctified his country’s steel,
At once the tyrant and tyrannicide,
In his own blood—­a deed it was to bring
Tears from all men—­though full of gentle pride,
Such pride as from impetuous love may spring,
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That will not be refused its offering.

NOTE: 
13 bring cj.  Garnett; buy 1839, 1st edition; wring cj.  Rossetti.

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