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The Poetry Thread
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<blockquote data-quote="Admin." data-source="post: 698697" data-attributes="member: 1129"><p>A poem by English Romantic poet <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley" target="_blank">Per</a><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley" target="_blank">cy Bysshe Shelley</a> (1792-1822), part of which was read by Mick Jagger in memory of Brian Jones at the free Hyde Park concert given by the Stones on July 5, 1969.</p><p></p><p>“Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep —</p><p>He hath awakened from the dream of life —</p><p>‘Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep</p><p>With phantoms an unprofitable strife,</p><p>And in mad trance, strike with our spirit’s knife</p><p>Invulnerable nothings. — We decay</p><p>Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief</p><p>Convulse us and consume us day by day,</p><p>And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Admin., post: 698697, member: 1129"] A poem by English Romantic poet [URL='https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley']Per[/URL][URL='https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Percy_Bysshe_Shelley']cy Bysshe Shelley[/URL] (1792-1822), part of which was read by Mick Jagger in memory of Brian Jones at the free Hyde Park concert given by the Stones on July 5, 1969. “Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life — ‘Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance, strike with our spirit’s knife Invulnerable nothings. — We decay Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.” [/QUOTE]
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