The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley ... . antoms of a thousand hoursEach from his voiceless grave : they have invisioned bowersOf studious zeal or loves delightOutwatched with me the envious night —They know that never joy illumed my browUnlinked with hope that thou wouldst freeThis world from its dark thou — O awful Loveliness,Wouldst give whatever these words cannot ex-press. 357 Poems Written in i8i6 VII. The day becomes more solemn and sereneWhen noon is past — there is a harmonyIn autumn, and a lustre in its sky, Which thro the summer is not heard or seen. As if it cou
The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley ... . antoms of a thousand hoursEach from his voiceless grave : they have invisioned bowersOf studious zeal or loves delightOutwatched with me the envious night —They know that never joy illumed my browUnlinked with hope that thou wouldst freeThis world from its dark thou — O awful Loveliness,Wouldst give whatever these words cannot ex-press. 357 Poems Written in i8i6 VII. The day becomes more solemn and sereneWhen noon is past — there is a harmonyIn autumn, and a lustre in its sky, Which thro the summer is not heard or seen. As if it could not be, as if it had not been !Thus let thy power, which like the truthOf nature on my passive youth Descended, to my onward life supply Its calm — to one who worships every form containing , Spirit fair, thy spells did bind To fear himself, and love all human kind. Fragment: Home EAR home, thou scene of earliesthopes and least of which wrongedMemory ever makesBitterer than all thine unremembered tears. 358.
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