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. The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley .... The Tower of Famine MID the desolation of a was the cradle, and is now the graveOf an extinguished people; sothat pity-Weeps oer the shipwrecks of oblivions wave,There stands the Tower of Famine. It is builtUpon some prison homes, whose dwellers rave For bread, and gold, and blood: pain, linked to guilt,Agitates the light flame of their its vital oil is spent or spilt:283 Poems Written in 1820 There stands the pile, a tower amid the towersAnd sacred domes ; each marble-ribbed roof,The brazen-gated temples, and the bowers
. The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley .... The Tower of Famine MID the desolation of a was the cradle, and is now the graveOf an extinguished people; sothat pity-Weeps oer the shipwrecks of oblivions wave,There stands the Tower of Famine. It is builtUpon some prison homes, whose dwellers rave For bread, and gold, and blood: pain, linked to guilt,Agitates the light flame of their its vital oil is spent or spilt:283 Poems Written in 1820 There stands the pile, a tower amid the towersAnd sacred domes ; each marble-ribbed roof,The brazen-gated temples, and the bowers Of solitary wealth ; the tempest-proofPavilions of the dark Italian air,Are by its presence dimmed — they standaloof. And are withdrawn — so that the world is if a spectre wrapt in shapeless terrorAmid a company of ladies fair Should glide and glow, till it became a mirrorOf all their beauty, and their hair and hue,The life of their sweet eyes, with all its be absorbed, till they to marble 284 To I. NE word is too often profanedFor me to profane it,One feeling too falsely disdainedFor thee to disdain hope is too like despair For prudence to smother,And pity from thee more dearThan that from another. II. I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept notThe worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject desire of the moth for the star. Of the night for the devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ? 285
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