...grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; They might lament - for I am one Whom men love not,-andyet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. 83 ET not the painted veil which those who live Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there,...

...sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; *< They defy th' Omnipotent to arms. Nine times the space...in the fiery gulf, Confounded though immortal. Bu A LAMENT O World! O Lifef O Time! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood...

...old, Insults with this untimely moan; 4 ° They might lament—for I am one Whom men love not,—and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. A LAMENT O World! O Lifef'O Time! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood...

...and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Insults with this untimely moan; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, —...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. — Percy Bysshe Shelley WHEN THE LAMP IS SHATTERED When the lamp is shattered, The light in the dust...

...this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, —...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. Percy Bysshe Shelley WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming...

...grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; They might lament—for I am one Whom men love not,—and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its a stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory- yet. THE WOODMAN AND THE NIGHTINGALE...

...this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, —...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. 1818. Lyrics from PROMETHEUS UNBOUND (Act i) Chorus of Spirits (to Prometheus). FROM unremembered ages...

...this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, —...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. 1818. 1824 LYRICS FROM PROMETHEUS UNBOUND From Act. I. ON a poet's lips I slept Dreaming like a love-adept...

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