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To the pure all things are pure.
What art thou Freedom? Oh, could slaves
Answer from their living graves
This demand, tyrants would flee
Like a dim dream's imagery!
Thou art Justice--ne'er for gold
May thy righteous laws be sold,
As laws are in England: thou
Shield'st alike high and low.
Thou art Peace--never by thee
Would blood and treasure wasted be
As tyrants wasted them when all
Leagued to quench thy flame in Gaul!
Thou art love: the rich have kist
Thy feet and like him following Christ
Given their substance to be free
And through the world have followed thee.
What is Love? It is that powerful attraction towards all that we conceive, or fear, or hope beyond ourselves.
When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
Where musing Solitude might love to lift her soul above this sphere of earthliness.
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of eternity.
- Adonais (LII) [Eternity]
Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains,
And feeds her grief.
- Adonais (st. 15) [Echo]
Winter is come and gone,
But grief returns with the revolving year.
- Adonais (st. 18) [Grief]
Kiss me, so long but as a kiss my live;
And in my heartless breast and burning brain
That word, that kiss shall all thoughts else survive,
With food of saddest memory kept alive.
- Adonais (st. 26) [Kisses]
The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame
Over his living head like Heaven is bent,
An early but enduring monument,
Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song
- Adonais (XXX) [Eternity]
Twilight, ascending slowly from the east,
Entwined in duskier wreaths her braided locks
O'er the fair front and radiant eyes of day;
Night followed, clad with stars.
- Alastor [Twilight]
The lone couch of his everlasting sleep.
- Alastor (l. 57) [Graves]
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,
The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying;
And the year
On the earth her deathbed, in a shroud of leaves dead,
Come months, come away,
From November to May,
In your saddest array;
Follow the bier
Of the dead cold year,
And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.
- Autumn--A Dirge [Autumn]
There is a snake in thy smile, my dear,
And bitter poison within thy tear.
- Beatrice Cenci [Smiles]
First our pleasures die--and then
Our hopes, and then our fears--and when
These are dead, the debt is due,
Dust claims dust--and we die too.
- Death [Death]
In the firm expectation that when London shall be a habitation of bitterns, when St. Paul and Westminster Abbey shall stand shapeless and nameless ruins in the midst of an unpeopled marsh, when the piers of Waterloo Bridge shall become the nuclei of islets of reeds and osiers, and cast the jagged shadows of their broken arches on the solitary stream, some Transatlantic commentator will be weighing in the scales of some new and now unimagined system of criticism the respective merits of the Bells and the Fudges and their historians.
- Dedication to Peter Bell the Third [Ruin]
January grey is here,
Like a sexton by her grave;
February bears the bier,
March with grief doth howl and rave,
And April weeps--but, O ye hours!
Follow with May's fairest flowers.
- Dirge for the Year (st. 4) [Seasons]
So is Hope
Changed for Despair--one laid upon the shelf,
We take the other. Under heaven's high cope
Fortune is god--all you endure and do
Depends on circumstance as much as you.
- Epigrams--From the Greek [Fortune]
Sleep, the fresh dew of languid love, the rain
Whose drops quench kisses till they burn again.
- Epipsychidion (l. 571) [Sleep]
These are two friends whose lives were undivided:
So let their memory be, now they have glided
Under the grave; let not their bones be parted,
For their two hearts in life were single-hearted.
- Epitaph [Epitaphs]
The babe is at peace with the womb,
The corpse is at rest within the tomb.
We begin in what we end.
- Fragments [Death]
Reviewers, with some rare exceptions, are a most stupid and malignant race. As a bankrupt thief turns thief-taker in
despair, so an unsuccessful author turns critic.
- Fragments of Adonais [Criticism]
Silence! Oh, well are Death and Sleep and Thou
Three brethren named, the guardians gloomy-winged,
Of one abyss, where life and truth and joy
Are swallowed up.
- Fragments--Silence [Silence]
The moon of Mahomet
Arose, and it shall set:
While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon,
The cross leads generations on.
- Hellas (l. 237) [Religion]
Love's Pestilence, and her slow dogs of war.
- Hellas (l. 321) [Love]
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