PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY QUOTES
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- Death will come when thou art dead,
- Soon, too soon--
- Sleep will come when thou art fled;
- Of neither would I ask the boon
- I ask of the beloved Night--
- Come soon, soon!
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY, To Night
- Power, like a desolating pestilence,
- Pollutes whate'er it touches.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY, Queen Mab
- While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped
- Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin,
- And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing
- Hopes of high talk with the departed dead.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY, Hymn to Intellectual Beauty
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