Most of Shelley's poetry reveals his philosophy, a combination of belief in the power of human love and reason, and faith in the perfectibility and ultimate progress of man. His lyric poems are superb in their beauty, grandeur and mastery of language.
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The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the Ocean,
mix for ever 1819, Stacey MS.; meet together, Harvard MS.
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
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Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and Stacey MS.; In one another’s being 1819, Harvard MS.
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—
II
See the mountains kiss high Heaven
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No sister 1824, Harvard & Stacey MSS.; No leaf or 1819.
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
disdained its 1824, Harvard & Stacey MSS.; disdained to kiss its 1819.
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
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is all this sweet work Stacey MS.; were these examples Harvard MS.; are all these kissings 1819, 1824.
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?
And the rivers with the Ocean,
mix for ever 1819, Stacey MS.; meet together, Harvard MS.
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
5
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and Stacey MS.; In one another’s being 1819, Harvard MS.
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—
II
See the mountains kiss high Heaven
10
No sister 1824, Harvard & Stacey MSS.; No leaf or 1819.
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
disdained its 1824, Harvard & Stacey MSS.; disdained to kiss its 1819.
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
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is all this sweet work Stacey MS.; were these examples Harvard MS.; are all these kissings 1819, 1824.
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert … Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
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And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
these words appear] this legend clear B.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
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‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert … Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
5
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
these words appear] this legend clear B.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
10
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
