Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
-Dylan Thomas,
Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night
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Consumed in Fire
The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of six thousand years is true. -William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, 1793 |
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Immortal Flame
I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. -Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Cloud, 1820 |
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Crimson Whisper
as a wanderer out in ocean, Where some refulgent sunset of India Streams o'er a rich ambrosial ocean isle, And crimson-hued the stately palm-woods Whisper in odorous heights of even. -Alfred Lord Tennyson, Milton (Alcaics), 1863 |
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Lost Sunset
Faint elfin songs from out the past Of some lost sunset land -William Wilfred Campbell, The Blind Caravan, 1905 |
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Reconciliation of Light and Darkness
But here, where light and darkness reconciled Held earth between them as a weanling child Between the balanced hands of death and birth, Even as they held the new-born shape of earth When first life trembled in her limbs and smiled, Here hope might think to find what hope were worth. -Algernon Charles Swinburne, In the Bay, 1878 |
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Sea of Fire
And then--as if the Earth and Sea had been Dissolv'd into one lake of fire, -Percy Bysshe Shelley, Julian and Maddalo (excerpt), 1824 |
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Remote Time
Another Athens shall arise, And to remoter time Bequeath, like sunset to the skies, The splendour of its prime; And leave, if nought so bright may live, All earth can take or Heaven can give. -Percy Bysshe Shelley, Hellas (Chorus from), 1822 |
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Hour Dividing Light from Darkness
If yet thy fire have not one spark the less, O Titan, born of her a Titaness, Across the sunrise and the sunset's mark Send of thy lyre one sound, thy fire one spark, To change this face of our unworthiness, Across this hour dividing light from dark. -Algernon Charles Swinburne, In the Bay, 1878 |
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Ruling Passion
Find, if you can, in what you cannot change. Search then the Ruling Passion. --Alexander Pope, Epistles to Several Persons, 1734 |
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Living Fire
Like sunrise never wholly risen, nor yet Quenched; or like sunset never wholly set, A light to lighten as from living eyes The cold unlit close lids of one that lies Dead, or a ray returned from death's far skies To fire us living lest our lives forget. -Algernon Charles Swinburne, In the Bay, 1878 |
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Passion Above the Bay
Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay; -Robert Browning, Home-Thoughts, from the Sea, 1845 |
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Fiery Sphere
To change this face of our chill time, that hears No song like thine of all that crowd its ears, Of all its lights that lighten all day long Sees none like thy most fleet and fiery sphere's Outlightening Sirius--in its twilight throng No thunder and no sunrise like thy song. -Algernon Charles Swinburne, In the Bay, 1878 |
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From Cape to Cape
From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape, Over a torrent sea, Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. -Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Cloud, 1820 |
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A Faint Note
I seem to hear a bar of music float And swoon into the west ; My ear can scarcely catch the whispered note, But something in my breast Blends with that strain, till both accord in one, As cloud and colour blend at set of sun. -Emily Pauline Johnson, Flint and Feather, 1912 |
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Tonight
TO-NIGHT the west o'er-brims with warmest dyes ; Its chalice overflows With pools of purple colouring the skies, Aflood with gold and rose ; And some hot soul seems throbbing close to mine, As sinks the sun within that world of wine. -Emily Pauline Johnson, Flint and Feather, 1912 |
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When Sunset May Breathe
And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath, Its ardours of rest and of love, And the crimson pall of eve may fall From the depth of Heaven above, With wings folded I rest, on mine aëry nest, As still as a brooding dove. -Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Cloud, 1820 |
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