Percy Bysshe Shelley

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,

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The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie,
Curtained with star-inwoven tapestries,
From the broad moonlight of the sky,

Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know That things depart which never may return:
Childhood and youth, friendship and love's first glow,
Have fled like sweet dreams, leaving thee to mourn
These common woes I feel

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Good-night
ah
no; the hour is

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The Fountains mingle with the
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for

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The sun is warm, the sky is clear,
The waves are dancing fast and bright,
Blue isles and snowy mountains wear The purple noon's transparent might,

MY faint spirit was sitting in the light Of thy looks, my love; It panted for thee like the hind at noon For the brooks, my love
Thy barb, whose hoofs outspeed the tempest's flight, Bore thee far from me; My heart, for my weak feet were weary...

Unfathomable Sea
whose waves are years,
Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep
Are brackish with the salt of human tears

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 t...

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Translated from the Original Doric  'Choose Reform or Civil War,

We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly
— yet soon Night closes round, and they are lost forever:

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IT:
O thou, who plumed with strong
Wouldst float above the earth, beware

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The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats through unseen among us, — visiting This various world with as inconstant
As summer winds that creep from flower to flower,--Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower, It visits w...

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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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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,