Poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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I faint, I perish with my love! I grow
Frail as a cloud whose [splendours] pale
Under the evening's ever-changing glow:
I die like mist upon the gale,
And like a wave under the calm I fail.

1. The Solitary
2. From the Arabic, an Imitation
3. To The Republicans Of North America
4. Matilda Gathering Flowers
5. Liberty

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