Mutability

We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly!--yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost forever:

Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings
Give various response to each varying blast,
To whose frail frame no second motion brings
One mood or modulation like the last.

We rest.--A dream has power to poison sleep;
We rise.--One wandering thought pollutes the day;
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;
Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:

It is the same!--For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free:
Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but Mutability.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Ozymandias
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Lovers quest Oh shelley oh shelley can I taste your morning dew. I promise not to shack the clouds from the new moon. The acoustics would only muffle a shimmering light. I also promise to only bring you delight, if I must be oh so polite. I will wait until you are ready remembering to only go steady as i try not to forget or fret with disbelief or with most horrible regrets. I to have tasted her poison of lustrous dreams that would only strike fear in those who would dare. But some where and I mean some where I do know they all still care. And this is true the path of this departure still is free that s why I plea oh shelley oh shelley can I taste your morning dew. (2) (5)
Tony Walton Shelley is our greatest poet apart from Shakespeare whose best stuff is drama anyway. But this is just a tiny minor piece. Try giving 'em 'Queen Mab' or, if that's a bit long (!) 'Ode to the West Wind'. NOT, please, 'Skylark' and 'Ozymandias' which are ALWAYS the anthologised ones and are, again, sidebars to the Main Story. And all you budding poets: Go forth and READ HIM. Sunday (August 4th) is his birthday. Celebrate! (1) (5)
Bobby Wynn I can relate strongly to the poisoned sleep. (2) (4)
Leslie Alexis (heaven Is My Home) I like this poem. reminds me of my own... who wants to check out my poems: P? thanks. (2) (5)
Jack Growden PLEASE READ MY COLLECTION! I am young and aspiring to be an author! Be sure to rate and comment as you go, kind regards, Jack Growden (2) (3)
Max Segal Shelley at his game again. As a person always distraught and saddened, he reflects upon the ephemeral human feeling and mood. He claims that man is a capricious and unpredictable creation, and that just like his joys will pass, his sorrows will pass with the same speed. Concise outlook on a deep topic. (6) (9)
Jay Mandeville The stately, melancholy simplicity of this poem's diction makes its philosophic point movingly. (2) (11)
Kevin Straw Yet still we read, understand and love Shelley's poetry! Our day could not be more different than his in innumerable ways, yet the constants that unite humanity, and have united it for millions of years, are more important than the variables. (3) (8)
Awais joyia the whole poem is symbolic. it urges the man kind to do something. it is such nice poem. (4) (13)
Joseph Poewhit There is a flow of life that goes on day to day. The bottom line is change can displace and leave only the concept of mutability left to languish. (3) (13)

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