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  • Mont Blanc yet gleams on high: the power is there, The still and solemn power of many sights And many sounds, and much of life and death. In the long glare of day, the snows descend Upon that Mountain; none beholds them there, Nor when the flakes burn in the sinking sun, Or the sunbeams dart through them.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes , Sight Quotes , Long Quotes
  • Senseless is the breast and cold Which relenting love would fold; Bloodless are the veins and chill Which the pulse of pain did fill; Every little living nerve That from bitter words did swerve Round the tortur'd lips and brow, Are like sapless leaflets now Frozen upon December's bough.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes , Pain Quotes , Pulse Quotes