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.

CHARLOTTE: 
’Oh! yes I will kiss thine eyes so fair,
And I will clasp thy form;
Serene is the breath of the balmy air,
But I think, love, thou feelest me warm
And I will recline on thy marble neck 95
Till I mingle into thee;
And I will kiss the rose on thy cheek,
And thou shalt give kisses to me. 
For here is no morn to flout our delight,
Oh! dost thou not joy at this?
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And here we may lie an endless night,
A long, long night of bliss.’

Spirits! when raptures move,
Say what it is to love,
When passion’s tear stands on the cheek, 105
When bursts the unconscious sigh;
And the tremulous lips dare not speak
What is told by the soul-felt eye. 
But what is sweeter to revenge’s ear
Than the fell tyrant’s last expiring yell?
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Yes! than love’s sweetest blisses ’tis more dear
To drink the floatings of a despot’s knell. 
I wake—­’tis done—­’tis over.

NOTE: 
66 ye]thou 1810.

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DESPAIR.

And canst thou mock mine agony, thus calm
In cloudless radiance, Queen of silver night? 
Can you, ye flow’rets, spread your perfumed balm
Mid pearly gems of dew that shine so bright? 
And you wild winds, thus can you sleep so still 5
Whilst throbs the tempest of my breast so high? 
Can the fierce night-fiends rest on yonder hill,
And, in the eternal mansions of the sky,
Can the directors of the storm in powerless silence lie?

Hark!  I hear music on the zephyr’s wing, 10
Louder it floats along the unruffled sky;
Some fairy sure has touched the viewless string—­
Now faint in distant air the murmurs die. 
Awhile it stills the tide of agony. 
Now—­now it loftier swells—­again stern woe
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Arises with the awakening melody. 
Again fierce torments, such as demons know,
In bitterer, feller tide, on this torn bosom flow.

Arise ye sightless spirits of the storm,
Ye unseen minstrels of the aereal song, 20
Pour the fierce tide around this lonely form,
And roll the tempest’s wildest swell along. 
Dart the red lightning, wing the forked flash,
Pour from thy cloud-formed hills the thunder’s roar;
Arouse the whirlwind—­and let ocean dash
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In fiercest tumult on the rocking shore,—­
Destroy this life or let earth’s fabric be no more.

Yes! every tie that links me here is dead;
Mysterious Fate, thy mandate I obey,
Since hope and peace, and joy, for aye are fled, 30
I come, terrific power, I come away. 
Then o’er this ruined soul let spirits of Hell,
In triumph, laughing wildly, mock its pain;
And though with direst pangs mine heart-strings swell,
I’ll echo back their deadly yells again,
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Cursing the power that ne’er made aught in vain.

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