The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley ... . courage of soul Through the stormy shades of thy worldlyway, 327 On Death And the billows of cloud that around thee roll Shall sleep in the light of a wondrous hell and heaven shall leave thee freeTo the universe of destiny. This world is the nurse of all we know,This world is the mother of all we feel. And the coming of death is a fearful blowTo a brain unencompassed with nerves ofsteel; When all that we know, or feel, or see. Shall pass like an unreal mystery. The secret things of the grave are all but this frame must sur
The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley ... . courage of soul Through the stormy shades of thy worldlyway, 327 On Death And the billows of cloud that around thee roll Shall sleep in the light of a wondrous hell and heaven shall leave thee freeTo the universe of destiny. This world is the nurse of all we know,This world is the mother of all we feel. And the coming of death is a fearful blowTo a brain unencompassed with nerves ofsteel; When all that we know, or feel, or see. Shall pass like an unreal mystery. The secret things of the grave are all but this frame must surely be. Though the fine-wrought eye and the won-drous earNo longer will live to hear or to see All that IS great and all that is strange In the boundless realm of unending change. Who telleth a tale of unspeaking death ?Who lifteth the veil of what is to come ? 328 On Death Who painteth the shadows that are beneathThe wide-winding caves of the peopled tomb ?Or uniteth the hopes of what shall beWith the fears and the love for that which we see?. 329
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