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STANZAS

OZYMANDIAS

(1817)

WRITTEN IN DEJECTION, NEAR NAPLES

(1818)

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I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said: – "Two fast and trunkless legs

of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the

sand, Half-sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose

frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold com

mand, Tell that its sculptor well those passions

read Which yet survive, stamped on these life

less things, The hand that mocked them and the heart

that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: My

is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and

despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far

away.”

The sun is warm, the sky is clear,
The waves are dancing fast and bright;
Blue isles and snowy mountains wear
The purple noon's transparent might;
The breath of the moist earth is light 5
Around its unexpanded buds;
Like many a voice of one delight,
The winds, the birds, the ocean floods,
The City's voice itself is soft like Soli-

tude's.

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I see the Deep's untrampled floor
With green and purple sea-weeds strown;
I see the waves upon the shore,
Like

light dissolved in star-showers,

thrown; I sit upon the sands alone – The lightning of the noontide ocean Is Aashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in

my emotion.

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LINES TO A CRITIC

(1817)

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ENGLAND IN 1819

(1819)

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An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying

king; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who

flow Through public scorn, — mud from

muddy spring; Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor

know, But leech-like to their fainting country cling,

5 Till they drop, blind in blood, without a

blow; A people starved and stabbed in the un

tilled field; An army, which liberticide and prey Makes as a two-edged sword to all who

wield; Golden and sanguine laws which tempt and slay;

10 Religion Christless, Godless, a book

sealed; A Senate — Time's worst statute unre

pealed : Are graves, from which a glorious Phan

tom may Burst, to illumine our tempestuous day.

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LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY

(1819) The fountains mingle with the river,

And the rivers with the ocean; The winds of heaven mix for ever

With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;

All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle:

Why not I with thine ?
See the mountains kiss high heaven,

And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven

If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,

And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What are all these kissings worth

If thou kiss not me?

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A splendor among shadows, a bright blot Upon this gloomy scene,

a spirit that strove For truth, and like the Preacher found it

not.

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ODE TO THE WEST WIND

(1819)

Of vapors, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst:

oh hear!

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O wild West Wind, thou breath of Au

tumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the

leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter

fleeing, A Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic

red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: 0 thou, 5 Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,

신 Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and

fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in

air) / With living hues and odors plain and hill: Wild Spirit, which art moving every

where, Destroyer and preserver, - hear! oh hear!

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If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to Ay with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and

share ; The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable! If even I were as in my boyhood, and could be

13 The comrade of thy 'wanderings over

heaven, As then, when to outstrip thy skyey

speed Scarce seemed a vision: I would ne'er have

striven As thus with thee in prayer in my sore

need. Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and

bowed One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and

proud.

Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's

commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves

are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven

and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are

spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the

head. "Of some fierce Mænad, even from the dim

verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou

dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing

night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, Vaulted with all thy congregated might

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Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its

own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone,

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fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new

birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, from unextinguished

hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among

mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far be

hind?

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Whilst me, who am thyfoe, eyeless in

hate Hast thou made reign and triumph, to thy

scorn, O’er mine own misery and thy vain re

venge. Three thousand years of sleep-unsheltered

hours, And moments aye divided by keen pangs Till they seemed years,

torture and solitude, Scorn and despair, -- these mine

empire: More glorious far than that which thou

surveyest From thine unenvied throne, O Mighty

God Almighty, had I deigned to share the

shame Of thine ill typanny, and hung not here Nailed to this wall of eagle-baffling moun

tain, Black, wintry, dead, unmeasured, with

out herb, Insect, or beast, or shape or sound of life. Ah me! alas! pain, pain ever, for ever!

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PROMETHEUS UNBOUND

(1818-19)

Act FIRST

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SCENE: A Ravine of Icy Rocks in the

Indian Caucasus. PROMETHEUS is discovered bound to the Precipice. PanTHEA and Ione are seated at his feet. Time, night. During the Scene, morning slowly breaks. Prometheus. Monarch of Gods and

Dæmons, and all spirits But One, who throng those bright and

rolling worlds Which Thou and I alone of living things Behold with sleepless eyes! regard this

Earth Made multitudinous with thy slaves,

whom thou Requitest for knee-worship, prayer, and

praise, And toil, and hecatombs of broken hearts, With fear and self-contempt and barren

hope;

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The crawling glaciers pierce me with the

spears Of their moon-freezing crystals; the

bright chains Eat with their burning cold into my bones; Heaven's winged hound, polluting from

thy lips His beak in poison not his own, tears up 35 My heart; and shapeless sights come wan

dering by,

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