Lament, A
by: Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792 - 1822)
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!
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Good-Night
Love's Philosophy
Music, When Soft Voices Die
Song
To Harriet
When The Lamp Is Shattered
Flight Of Love, The
Moon, The
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