Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems

A:
Not far from hence. From yonder pointed hill,
Crowned with a ring of oaks, you may behold
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I faint, I perish with my love! I grow
Frail as a cloud whose [splendours] pale
Under the evening's ever-changing glow:
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Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame,
Nor peace, nor strength, nor skill in arms or arts,
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At the creation of the Earth
Pleasure, that divinest birth,
From the soil of Heaven did rise,
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Rome has fallen, ye see it lying
Heaped in undistinguished ruin:
Nature is alone undying.
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I would not be a king--enough
Of woe it is to love;
The path to power is steep and rough,
And tempests reign above.
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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,
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Thou living light that in thy rainbow hues
Clothest this naked world; and over Sea
And Earth and air, and all the shapes that be
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Lift not the painted veil which those who live
Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there,
And it but mimic all we would believe
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I.
The sun is warm, the sky is clear,
The waves are dancing fast and bright,
Blue isles and snowy mountains wear
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