A Lament

O World! O Life! O Time!
On whose last steps I climb,
Trembling at that where I had stood before;
When will return the glory of your prime?
No more -Oh, never more!

Out of the day and night
A joy has taken flight:
Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar
Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight
No more -Oh, never more!

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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My faint heart no more
How Shelley, the master wordsmith, can make even grief come alive with feeling! How his lamenting lines invoke both sympathy and empathy from the reader even 200 years down the line! PBS lives!
How Shelley, the master wordsmith, can make even grief come alive with feeling! How his lines invoke both sympathy and empathy from the reader even 200 years down the line! PBS lives!
It appears that the poet is in complete disarray about his present situation as a poet, (which happens to all poets) he regrets his present situation as opposed to his past glory. It is a poem of despair. Perhaps despression.
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