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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Percy Bysshe Shelley. (1792–1822) (continued)
    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
In sorrow.
          Adonais. xxx.
    A pard-like spirit, beautiful and swift.
          Adonais. xxxii.
    Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of eternity.
          Adonais. lii.
    O thou,
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the spring shall blow
Her clarion o’er the dreaming earth.
          Ode to the West Wind.
    Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
  The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
Lull’d by the coil of his crystalline streams
  Beside a pumice isle in Baiæ’s bay,
And saw in sleep old palaces and towers
  Quivering within the wave’s intenser day,
All overgrown with azure moss and flowers
  So sweet, the sense faints picturing them.
          Ode to the West Wind.
    That orbed maiden with white fire laden,
  Whom mortals call the moon.
          The Cloud. iv.
    We look before and after,
  And pine for what is not;
Our sincerest laughter
  With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
          To a Skylark. Line 86.
    Kings are like stars,—they rise and set, they have
The worship of the world, but no repose. 1
          Hellas. Line 195.
Note 1.
See Bacon, Quotation 20. [back]