Percy Bysshe Shelley Ode Poems

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O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
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Arise, arise, arise!
There is blood on the earth that denies ye bread;
Be your wounds like eyes
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Yet, Freedom, yet, thy banner, torn but flying,
Streams like a thunder-storm against the wind.--BYRON.

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A glorious people vibrated again
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CHORUS OF SPIRITS:

FIRST SPIRIT:
Palace-roof of cloudless nights!
Paradise of golden lights!
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EPODE 1a.

I stood within the City disinterred;
And heard the autumnal leaves like light footfalls
Of spirits passing through the streets; and heard
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