. The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley .... Sonnet. I FT not the painted veil whichthose who HveCall Life: though unreal shapesbe pictured it but mimic all we would believeWith colours idly spread, — behind lurk FearAnd Hope, twin destinies; who ever weaveTheir shadows, oer the chasm, sightless and knew one who had lifted it — he sought,For his lost heart was tender, things to love,But found them not, alas ! nor was there aughtThe world contains, the which he could the unheeding many he did move,A splendour among shadows, a bright blotUpon this gloomy s
. The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley .... Sonnet. I FT not the painted veil whichthose who HveCall Life: though unreal shapesbe pictured it but mimic all we would believeWith colours idly spread, — behind lurk FearAnd Hope, twin destinies; who ever weaveTheir shadows, oer the chasm, sightless and knew one who had lifted it — he sought,For his lost heart was tender, things to love,But found them not, alas ! nor was there aughtThe world contains, the which he could the unheeding many he did move,A splendour among shadows, a bright blotUpon this gloomy scene, a Spirit that stroveFor truth, and like the Preacher found it not. 41
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