Percy Bysshe Shelley

Horsham / England
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Horsham / England
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Mutability

Rating: 3.5
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly!--yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost forever:

Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings
Give various response to each varying blast,
To whose frail frame no second motion brings
One mood or modulation like the last.
We rest.--A dream has power to poison sleep;
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Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings Give various response to each varying blast, To whose frail frame no second motion brings One mood or modulation like the last.
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Britte Ninad 04 June 2018
greatly philosophical thought- Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.
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Tapan M. Saren 21 April 2017
Excellent poem............
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* Sunprincess * 12 August 2015
....most excellent, deep and thoughtful ?
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Oduro Bright Amoh 20 April 2015
Wow. profundity meets style and the result is what i just read.
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Sagnik Chakraborty 10 September 2014
Deeply philosophical and sombre, yet so moving. Shelley's poetry always pulls the strings of heart. In my opinion, PBS is perhaps the greatest verse artist in the English language. Certainly the most lyrical and the most versatile.
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Lovers quest 01 August 2013
Oh shelley oh shelley can I taste your morning dew. I promise not to shack the clouds from the new moon. The acoustics would only muffle a shimmering light. I also promise to only bring you delight, if I must be oh so polite. I will wait until you are ready remembering to only go steady as i try not to forget or fret with disbelief or with most horrible regrets. I to have tasted her poison of lustrous dreams that would only strike fear in those who would dare. But some where and I mean some where I do know they all still care. And this is true the path of this departure still is free that s why I plea oh shelley oh shelley can I taste your morning dew.
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Tony Walton 31 July 2013
Shelley is our greatest poet apart from Shakespeare whose best stuff is drama anyway. But this is just a tiny minor piece. Try giving 'em 'Queen Mab' or, if that's a bit long (!) 'Ode to the West Wind'. NOT, please, 'Skylark' and 'Ozymandias' which are ALWAYS the anthologised ones and are, again, sidebars to the Main Story. And all you budding poets: Go forth and READ HIM. Sunday (August 4th) is his birthday. Celebrate!
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R.j. Wynn 31 July 2013
I can relate strongly to the poisoned sleep.
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I like this poem. reminds me of my own... who wants to check out my poems: P? thanks.
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