Classic and Contemporary Poetry
STANZAS WRITTEN IN DEJECTION, NEAR NAPLES, by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The sun is warm, the sky is clear Last Line: Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. Subject(s): Adversity | ||||||||
The sun is warm, the sky is clear, The waves are dancing fast and bright, Blue isles and snowy mountains wear The purple noon's transparent light: The breath of the moist air is light Around its unexpanded buds; Like many a voice of one delight, -- The winds', the birds', the ocean-floods', -- The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's. I see the Deeps' untrampled floor With green and purple sea-weeds strown; I see the waves upon the shore Like light dissolved in star-showers thrown: I sit upon the sands alone; The lightning of the noontide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, -- How sweet, did any heart now share in my emotion! Alas! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within no calm around, Nor that Content surpassing wealth The sage in meditation found, And walked with inward glory crowned, -- Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround; Smiling they live, and call life pleasure; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; They might lament, -- for I am one Whom men love not, -- and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LA RONDE DU DIABLE by AMY LOWELL ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON OVER THE HILL TO THE POOR-HOUSE by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON THREE GRAINS OF CORN; THE IRISH FAMINE by AMELIA BLANDFORD EDWARDS HYMN TO ADVERSITY by THOMAS GRAY THE LAST LEAF by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE VOICELESS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER BIRTH by THOMAS HOOD A DIRGE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ADONAIS; AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JOHN KEATS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |
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