The Waning Moon.

And like a dying lady, lean and pale,
Who totters forth, wrapped in a gauzy veil,
Out of her chamber, led by the insane
And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,
The moon arose up in the murky East,
A white and shapeless mass -

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley was one of the major English Romantic poets, widely regarded as one of the greatest lyric and philosophical poets in the English language. Born on August 4, 1792, Shelley was a key member of a close circle of visionary poets and writers that included Lord Byron, Leigh Hunt, Thomas Love Peacock, and his own wife, Mary Shelley, the author of Frankenstein. His poetic themes mainly explored radical social reform, personal liberation, and the power of human creativity and imagination. Tragically, he died young at the age of 29 in a boating accident in 1822. Though he faced criticism during his lifetime, his work garnered acclaim posthumously.

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Variation Of The Song Of The Moon.

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Mutability.

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War.

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The Revolt Of Islam. - Canto 11.

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Moonbeam, why art thou so pale,
As thou walkest o'er the dewy dale,
Where humble wild-flowers grow?
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The Waning Moon.

I've watched too late; the morn is near;
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Oh, hopes and wishes vainly dear,
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What was the shriek that struck Fancy's ear
As it sate on the ruins of time that is past?
Hark! it floats on the fitful blast of the wind,
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Lines.

1.
The cold earth slept below,
Above the cold sky shone;
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From caves of ice and fields of snow,
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2.
The wintry hedge was black,
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Thine eyes glowed in the glare
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There late was One within whose subtle being,
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