. The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley .... the dead, the past ? O yetThere are ghosts that may take revenge for that make the heart a which glide through the spirits gloom,And with ghastly whispers tellThat joy, once lost, is To Mary. MARY dear, that you were hereWith your brown eyes bright and your sweet voice, like a birdSinging love to its lone mateIn the ivy bower disconsolate ;Voice the sweetest ever heard !And your brow more . .Than the sky Of this azure dear, come to me soon,I am not well whilst thou art far ;As suns
. The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley .... the dead, the past ? O yetThere are ghosts that may take revenge for that make the heart a which glide through the spirits gloom,And with ghastly whispers tellThat joy, once lost, is To Mary. MARY dear, that you were hereWith your brown eyes bright and your sweet voice, like a birdSinging love to its lone mateIn the ivy bower disconsolate ;Voice the sweetest ever heard !And your brow more . .Than the sky Of this azure dear, come to me soon,I am not well whilst thou art far ;As sunset to the sphered twilight to the western , beloved, art to me. O Mary dear, that you were here;The Castle echo whispers Here ! 45 On a Faded Violet < I. HE odour from the flower isgoneWhich Hke thy kisses breathedon me; The colour from the flower is flownWhich glowed of thee and only thee!
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