The fire of those soft orbs has ceased to burn,
And Silence, too enamoured of that voice,
Locks its mute music in her rugged cell.
(Alastor: Or, The Spirit Of Solitude)
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Massacre,For this I prayed, would on thy sleep have crept,
Treason and Slavery, Rapine, Fear, and Lust,
And stifled thee, their minister.
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But there is stillness now--
Gloom, and the trance of Nature now.
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There was no fair fiend near him, not a sight
Or sound of awe but in his own deep mind.
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Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and this must be Our chastisement or recompense.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
There is regret, almost remorse,
For Time long past.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
A lovely lady, garmented in light From her own beauty.
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