. The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley .... Death I. I HEY die — the dead return not— MiserySits near an open grave and callsthem over, A Youth with hoary hair and haggard eye —They are the names of kindred, friend andlover,Which he so feebly calls — they all are gone !Fond wretch, all dead, those vacant most familiar scene, my pain —These tombs alone remain. II. Misery, my sweetest friend — oh! weep nomore !Thou wilt not be consoled— I wonder not!17 Poems Written in 1817 For I have seen thee from thy dwellings doorWatch the calm sunset with them, and thisspotWas even as

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. The complete works of Percy Bysshe Shelley .... Death I. I HEY die — the dead return not— MiserySits near an open grave and callsthem over, A Youth with hoary hair and haggard eye —They are the names of kindred, friend andlover,Which he so feebly calls — they all are gone !Fond wretch, all dead, those vacant most familiar scene, my pain —These tombs alone remain. II. Misery, my sweetest friend — oh! weep nomore !Thou wilt not be consoled— I wonder not!17 Poems Written in 1817 For I have seen thee from thy dwellings doorWatch the calm sunset with them, and thisspotWas even as bright and calm, but now thy hopes are gone, thy hair ishoary ;This most familiar scene, my pain —These tombs alone remain. A Hate Song HATER he came and sat by aditch,And he took an old crackedlute ; And he sang a song which was more of ascreechGainst a woman that was a brute.

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