. The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley .... II. A shrivelled, lifeless, vacant lies on my abandoned breast. And mocks the heart which yet is warm,With cold and silent rest. weep, — my tears revive it not! I sigh, — it breathes no more on me ;Its mute and uncomplaining lotIs such as mine should Lines Written among theEuganean Hills October, i8l8 ANY a green isle needs mustbeIn the deep wide sea ofmisery, Or the mariner, worn and wan,Never thus could voyage onDay and night, and night and on his dreary the solid darkness blackClosing round his vess
. The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley .... II. A shrivelled, lifeless, vacant lies on my abandoned breast. And mocks the heart which yet is warm,With cold and silent rest. weep, — my tears revive it not! I sigh, — it breathes no more on me ;Its mute and uncomplaining lotIs such as mine should Lines Written among theEuganean Hills October, i8l8 ANY a green isle needs mustbeIn the deep wide sea ofmisery, Or the mariner, worn and wan,Never thus could voyage onDay and night, and night and on his dreary the solid darkness blackClosing round his vessels track;Whilst above the sunless with clouds, hangs behind the tempest fleetHurries on with lightning feet,47 Poems Written in i8l8 Riving sail, and cord, and plank,Till the ship has almost drankDeath from the oer-brimming deep ;And sinks down, down, like that sleepWhen the dreamer seems to beWeltering through eternity;And the dim low line beforeOf a dark and distant shoreStill recedes, as ever stillLonging with divided no power to seek or is ever drifted onOer the unreposing waveTo the haven of the , if there no friends will greet;What, if there no heart will meetHis with loves impatient beat;Wander wheresoeer he he dream before that dayTo find refuge fro
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