Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

A Lament - Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

O World! O Life! O Time!
On whose last steps I climb,
Trembling at that where I had stood before;
When will return the glory of your prime?
No more -Oh, never more!

Out of the day and night
A joy has taken flight:
Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar
Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight
No more -Oh, never more!

Comments about A Lament by Percy Bysshe Shelley

  • Kelechi Evans (3/29/2016 2:52:00 PM)

    My faint heart no more (Report) Reply

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  • Sagnik Chakraborty (3/4/2015 6:49:00 AM)

    How Shelley, the master wordsmith, can make even grief come alive with feeling! How his lamenting lines invoke both sympathy and empathy from the reader even 200 years down the line!
    PBS lives!
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  • Sagnik Chakraborty (3/4/2015 6:41:00 AM)

    How Shelley, the master wordsmith, can make even grief come alive with feeling! How his lines invoke both sympathy and empathy from the reader even 200 years down the line!
    PBS lives!
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  • Panmelys Panmelys (12/17/2014 4:32:00 AM)

    It appears that the poet is in complete disarray about his present situation as a poet, (which happens to all poets)
    he regrets his present situation as opposed to his past glory. It is a poem of despair. Perhaps despression.
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  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (12/17/2014 2:24:00 AM)

    poet is worried seeing the present and quest for the past glory to regain nice poem (Report) Reply

  • (12/17/2014 1:35:00 AM) classic and so very nice....I enjoyed... (Report) Reply

  • Captain Herbert Poetry (4/25/2014 6:49:00 AM)

    Gifted on a totality of the poem (Report) Reply

  • (12/17/2013 7:20:00 AM)

    a beautiful lament...l love spring, it's my favourite season.. (Report) Reply

  • China Kelly (12/17/2012 9:21:00 PM)

    very clever. i love this poem. (Report) Reply

  • Monai Williams (12/17/2012 8:48:00 PM)

    Wonderful. I hope I have 1 my poems as poem of the day before I'm dead! (Report) Reply

  • (12/17/2012 8:54:00 AM)

    Love his lamentation. He is not the only one who feels it but he is the one who presents it so beautifully. (Report) Reply

  • Babu Rao (3/17/2012 10:35:00 AM)

    good one! really awesome (Report) Reply

  • (2/23/2012 5:44:00 AM)

    Love this one! Great! (Report) Reply

  • (1/5/2012 10:51:00 AM)

    Golly gee! I think this sure is swell! (Report) Reply

  • (12/17/2011 7:48:00 PM)

    Looks like somebody misses the good old days
    Too late now, buddy
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  • Ramesh T A (12/17/2011 2:05:00 AM)

    This is the poem written at the lowest ebb of his life! Can freshness of Spring and Summer be ever regained in Winter? Shelley asks quite contrary to his former poem in his best of mood saying 'If winter comes can spring be far behind? ' This is the perfect nature of a romantic poet one has to make a note! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Mohammad Muzzammil (2/26/2011 10:46:00 AM)

    Wow! Nice expression along with beautiful language that have tempted my heart. The lament that shelley has presented in verbal means, is quite impressive. It is his spontenedity that we not only remember but miss him alot. (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Straw (12/17/2009 4:49:00 AM)

    A heart that grieves over Spring and Summer might as well be dead, indeed is dead! I know what Shelley means, but there is a bit too much emotional wind under his sails in this poem. At the same time, his prosodic gift is marvellous. This poem looks simple to construct, but it is given to very few people to do so. (Report) Reply

  • (12/17/2008 6:54:00 PM)

    Well I'm glad you have such an intimate personal understanding of a long dead poet. I think assumption of intentionality, other than what is eluded to in the text it self is pretty inane. I would say this poem is definitely about the regret of the passage of time. As you said yourself... theres little to inspect here. Why come back and contradict yourself with apologetics? I don't know about you, but in my observation, intricate rationalizations of uncharacteristic art is what artists and onlookers do after the fact, and it has little to do with the actual motivations of the artist at the time of the art's creation. Its more a way to keep people from thinking the artist insane or stupid. (Report) Reply

  • (12/17/2008 1:10:00 PM)

    Aside from the inane comments posted here about 'life is always a forward motion' and so on, there is nothing in 'A Lament' to ponder and think about. The poem is pure, unexpurgated Shelley at the height of an hysterical rant as a Romantic poet in tune with his outsize emotions. Shelley was at heart an heir of the Enlightenment, with its support of liberty and justice for all. This poem is not truly representative of Shelley's poetic skills (though it is well wrought!) or his serious side, such as his 'Hymn to Intellectual Beauty, ' a poem that explicates his ideas about Plato's philosophy. I don't think Shelley is regretting the passage of time as demonstrating his skills in versification - 'Look at this, Philistine! ' And we do, don't we, with envy in our hearts? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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