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A Dialogue

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DEATH:
For my dagger is bathed in the blood of the brave,
I come, care-worn tenant of life, from the grave,
Where Innocence sleeps 'neath the peace-giving sod,
And the good cease to tremble at Tyranny's nod;
I offer a calm habitation to thee,--
Say, victim of grief, wilt thou slumber with me?
My mansion is damp, cold silence is there,
But it lulls in oblivion the fiends of despair;
Not a groan of regret, not a sigh, not a breath,

Dares dispute with grim Silence the empire of Death.
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raffia chou 21 November 2018

Honestly, I can't understand this poem very well, which warm-hearted friends can explain a little to me? my mail: raffiachou@hotmail.com

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Bri Edwards 23 December 2017

[continued] I'VE rejected God and Heaven, so I'd be otherwise Lost …. in a void without love. AND, by MANY a sigh, I'd be tossed! So if Death somehow manages to …....…wrest me from this Earth, I'll accept Death's offer of a calm habitation. Yes, I'LL....give it a try. PERCY: Suit yourself, Dear Bri. (December the 17th, ...2017)

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Bri Edwards 23 December 2017

my response: Bri's Dialogue With Percy Bysshe Shelley….. [ Inspired By Poem Hunter's Poem Of The Day, A Dialogue, By Percy Bysshe Shelley, December 17th,2017; Short; Serious; Personal ] BRI: Percy, oh Percy, I feel you shan't cry for mercy.... to Death. After all, He offers: a calm habitation, AND... no groans of regret, ……….......not even a sigh! WHO could resist his hospitality? Certainly not I, ….Bri. [to be continued]...

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Savita Tyagi 17 December 2017

Very interesting and dramatic dialogue between death and mortal. If we had the choice between living and dying one may pick either according to one’s choice. But we are not given that choice. Most of us still pick the life even though death may offer a calm slumber and relief from grief. Such is the power of love and life.

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Michael Morgan 17 December 2017

Was Shelley suicidal? Death is certainly a preoccupation in his work. Most people who can't swim don't go boating in thunderstorms. MM

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Glen Kappy 17 December 2017

This is my first time reading this, and it is satisfying in its many good images and weighty subject matter. From the title and first lines I immediately thought of Hamlet’s to be or not to be soliloquy and wonder if it was subtext for Shelley. He affirms what is resoundingly true—love is supreme always. GK

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Edward Kofi Louis 17 December 2017

Victim of grief! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 17 December 2017

Such a profound poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley??????

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John Chizoba Vincent 17 December 2017

Interesting to read. Well carved. I really enjoyed reading this word to word.

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Deepak Kumar Pattanayak 17 December 2017

Oh! what a poem it is really enlightens me and my soul.....it's a dialogue between death and dust and the mortal at last submits saying if it be drinkable by any manner of death, I must moisten my throat with it......very outstanding........thanks for sharing

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