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{{Style P-Poem|poem={{Style S-HPB SB. Editors note|XI}} | |||
And what art thou? I know, but dare not speak: | |||
:Time may interpret to his silent years. | |||
Yet in the paleness of thy thoughtful cheek, | |||
:And in the light thine ample forehead wears, | |||
And in thy sweetest smiles, and in thy tears, | |||
:And in thy gentle speech, a prophecy | |||
Is whispered, to subdue my fondest fears: | |||
:And through thine eyes, even in thy soul I see | |||
:A lamp of vestal fire burning internally. | |||
{{Style S-HPB SB. Editors note|XII}} | |||
They say that thou wert lovely from thy birth, | |||
:Of glorious parents thou aspiring Child. | |||
I wonder not—for One then left this earth | |||
:Whose life was like a setting planet mild, | |||
Which clothed thee in the radiance undefiled | |||
:Of its departing glory; still her fame | |||
Shines on thee, through the tempests dark and wild | |||
:Which shake these latter days; and thou canst claim | |||
:The shelter, from thy Sire, of an immortal name. | |||
|signature=The Revolt of Islam<br>(a fragment of [https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Revolt_of_Islam/Dedication Dedication])<br>by Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1817}} | |||
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{{Style P-Poem|poem={{Style S-HPB SB. Editors note|VII}} | |||
Thou Friend, whose presence on my wintry heart | |||
:Fell, like bright Spring upon some herbless plain; | |||
How beautiful and calm and free thou wert | |||
:In thy young wisdom, when the mortal chain | |||
Of Custom thou didst burst and rend in twain, | |||
:And walked as free as light the clouds among, | |||
Which many an envious slave then breathed in vain | |||
:From his dim dungeon, and my spirit sprung | |||
To meet thee from the woes which had begirt it long! | |||
|signature=The Revolt of Islam<br>(a fragment of [https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Revolt_of_Islam/Dedication Dedication])<br>by Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1817}} | |||
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{{Style P-Poem|poem={{Style S-HPB SB. Editors note| I }} | |||
So now my summer-task is ended, Mary, | |||
:And I return to thee, mine own heart’s home; | |||
As to his Queen some victor Knight of Faery, | |||
:Earning bright spoils for her enchanted dome; | |||
Nor thou disdain, that ere my fame become | |||
:A star among the stars of mortal night, | |||
If it indeed may cleave its natal gloom, | |||
:Its doubtful promise thus I would unite | |||
With thy beloved name, thou Child of love and light. | |||
|signature=The Revolt of Islam<br>(a fragment of [https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Revolt_of_Islam/Dedication Dedication])<br>by Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1817}} | |||
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