The race
Of man flies far in dread; his work and dwelling
Vanish, like smoke before the tempest's stream,
And their place is not known.
(Mont Blanc)
More Quotes from Percy Bysshe Shelley:
Too happy they, whose pleasure soughtExtinguishes all sense and thought
Of the regret that pleasure leaves,
Destroying life alone, not peace!
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Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud I fall upon the thorns of life I bleed.
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Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed,
Murmur'd like a noontide bee,
'Shall I nestle near thy side?
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Death rose and smil'd, and met her vain caress.
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Sing again, with your dear voice revealing A tone Of some world far from ours, Where music and moonlight and feeling Are one.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Alas, pain, pain ever, for ever!
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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