Date: 1724
"This cold clay cottage is but the soul's prison, / And death, at worst, is but a surly friend, / Who conquers to give liberty."
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Date: 1820
"Clothe it in words, and bid it clasp his throne / In intercession; bend thy soul in prayer, / And like a suppliant in some gorgeous fane, / Let the will kneel within thy haughty heart."
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Date: 1820
"Hypocrisy and custom make their minds / The fanes of many a worship, now outworn."
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Date: 1820
"Only a sense / Remains of them, like the omnipotence / Of music, when the inspired voice and lute / Languish, ere yet the responses are mute, / Which through the deep and labyrinthine soul, / Like echoes through long caverns, wind and roll."
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)