Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

A golden-winged Angel stood
Before the Eternal Judgement-seat:
His looks were wild, and Devils' blood
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I.
We meet not as we parted,
We feel more than all may see;
My bosom is heavy-hearted,
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And said I that all hope was fled,
That sorrow and despair were mine,
That each enthusiast wish was dead,
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How sweet it is to sit and read the tales
Of mighty poets and to hear the while
Sweet music, which when the attention fails
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Listen, listen, Mary mine,
To the whisper of the Apennine,
It bursts on the roof like the thunder’s roar,
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Why is it said thou canst not live
In a youthful breast and fair,
Since thou eternal life canst give,
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O universal Mother, who dost keep
From everlasting thy foundations deep,
Eldest of things, Great Earth, I sing of thee!
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Wake the serpent not—lest he
Should not know the way to go,--
Let him crawl which yet lies sleeping
Through the deep grass of the meadow!
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Serene in his unconquerable might
Endued[,] the Almighty King, his steadfast throne
Encompassed unapproachably with power
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Ambition, power, and avarice, now have hurled
Death, fate, and ruin, on a bleeding world.
See! on yon heath what countless victims lie,
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