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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MELODY TO A SCENE OF FORMER TIMES, by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Art thou indeed forever gone Last Line: A fiercer, deadlier agony! | |||
ART thou indeed forever gone, Forever, ever, lost to me? Must this poor bosom beat alone, Or beat at all, if not for thee? Ah, why was love to mortals given, To lift them to the height of heaven, Or dash them to the depths of hell? Yet I do not reproach thee, dear! Ah! no, the agonies that swell This panting breast, this frenzied brain, Might wake my -- 's slumbering tear. Oh! heaven is witness I did love, And heaven does know I love thee still, -- Does know the fruitless sickening thrill, When reason's judgment vainly strove To blot thee from my memory; But which might never, never be. Oh! I appeal to that blest day When passion's wildest ecstasy Was coldness to the joys I knew, When every sorrow sunk away. Oh! I had never lived before, But now those blisses are no more. And now I cease to live again, I do not blame thee, love; ah no! The breast that feels this anguished woe Throbs for thy happiness alone. Two years of speechless bliss are gone, -- I thank thee, dearest, for the dream. 'Tis night -- what faint and distant scream Comes on the wild and fitful blast? It moans for pleasures that are past, It moans for days that are gone by, Oh! lagging hours, how slow you fly! I see a dark and lengthened vale, The black view closes with the tomb; But darker is the lowering gloom That shades the intervening dale. In visioned slumber for awhile I seem again to share thy smile, I seem to hang upon thy tone. Again you say, 'confide in me, For I am thine, and thine alone. And thine must ever, ever be.' But oh! awakening still anew, Athwart my enanguished senses flew A fiercer, deadlier agony! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADONAIS; AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JOHN KEATS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ALASTOR; OR, THE SPIRIT OF SOLITUDE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY AUTUMN: A DIRGE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ENGLAND IN 1819 by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY EPIPSYCHIDION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY FEELINGS OF A REPUBLICAN ON THE FALL OF BONAPARTE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY HYMN OF PAN by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY HYMN TO INTELLECTUAL BEAUTY by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY LINES WRITTEN ON HEARING THE NEWS OF THE DEATH OF NAPOLEON by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY MONT BLANC; LINES WRITTEN IN THE VALE OF CHAMOUNI by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |
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