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Adonais AHASUERUS beautiful beneath blood breath bright Charles Cowden Clarke clouds cold collected editions comma Dæmon dark dead death doubt dream earth edition of 1839 editions known eyes fear flowers fragment Garnett gentle Gisborne Greek grief HASSAN hear heart Heaven Hellas hope Horace Smith Hunt's John Hamilton Reynolds Julian and Maddalo later editions leaves Leigh Hunt letter light living looked MAHMUD mighty mind moon mountains mourning for Adonais never night o'er Ollier pale passage Peter Bell Pisa poet Posthumous Poems previous editions Prince Athanase printed Queen Mab Rossetti ruin says scorn seems SEMICHORUS shadow Shelley Memorials Shelley's editions Shelley's note sleep smile song soul spelt spirit splendour stanza stars stream substituted sweet tears thee thine things Thou art thought tion transcript Victory weep wind wings word written
21 psl. - Stay yet awhile! speak to me once again; Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may 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, Now thou art dead, as if it were a part Of thee, my Adonais!
30 psl. - Here pause : these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou ! too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall.
18 psl. - Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone, But grief returns with the revolving year; The airs and streams renew their joyous tone; The ants, the bees, the swallows reappear; Fresh leaves and flowers deck the dead Seasons...
23 psl. - He answered not, but with a sudden hand Made bare his branded and ensanguined brow, Which was like Cain's or Christ's oh! that it should be so!
23 psl. - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
15 psl. - The shadow of white Death, and at the" door Invisible Corruption waits to trace His extreme way to her dim dwelling-place ; The eternal Hunger sits, but pity and awe Soothe her pale rage, nor dares she to deface So fair a prey, till darkness and the law Of change shall o'er his sleep the mortal curtain draw.
154 psl. - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, ii.
14 psl. - In which suns perished. Others more sublime, Struck by the envious wrath of man or God, Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime; And some yet live, treading the thorny road, Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode. VI. But now, thy youngest, dearest one, has perished, The nursling of thy widowhood, who grew, Like a pale flower- by some sad maiden cherished, And fed with true love tears instead of dew.
21 psl. - Now thou art dead, as if it were a part Of thee, my Adonais ! I would give All that I am to be as thou now art...