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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478269" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Queen Mab: Part VI (excerpts)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Throughout these infinite orbs of mingling light, <br> Of which yon earth is one, is wide diffus'd<br> A Spirit of activity and life,<br> That knows no term, cessation, or decay;<br> That fades not when the lamp of earthly life,<br> Extinguish'd in the dampness of the grave,<br> Awhile there slumbers, more than when the babe<br> In the dim newness of its being feels<br> The impulses of sublunary things,<br> And all is wonder to unpractis'd sense:<br> But, active, steadfast and eternal, still<br> Guides the fierce whirlwind, in the tempest roars,<br> Cheers in the day, breathes in the balmy groves,<br> Strengthens in health, and poisons in disease;<br> And in the storm of change, that ceaselessly<br> Rolls round the eternal universe and shakes<br> Its undecaying battlement, presides,<br> Apportioning with irresistible law<br> The place each spring of its machine shall fill;<br> So that when waves on waves tumultuous heap<br> Confusion to the clouds, and fiercely driven<br> Heaven's lightnings scorch the uprooted ocean-fords,<br> Whilst, to the eye of shipwreck'd mariner,<br> Lone sitting on the bare and shuddering rock,<br> All seems unlink'd contingency and chance,<br> No atom of this turbulence fulfils<br> A vague and unnecessitated task,<br> Or acts but as it must and ought to act.<br> Even the minutest molecule of light,<br> That in an April sunbeam's fleeting glow<br> Fulfils its destin'd, though invisible work,<br> The universal Spirit guides; nor less,<br> When merciless ambition, or mad zeal,<br> Has led two hosts of dupes to battlefield,<br> That, blind, they there may dig each other's graves,<br> And call the sad work glory, does it rule<br> All passions: not a thought, a will, an act,<br> No working of the tyrant's moody mind,<br> Nor one misgiving of the slaves who boast<br> Their servitude to hide the shame they feel,<br> Nor the events enchaining every will,<br> That from the depths of unrecorded time<br> Have drawn all-influencing virtue, pass<br> Unrecogniz'd or unforeseen by thee,<br> Soul of the Universe! eternal spring<br> Of life and death, of happiness and woe,<br> Of all that chequers the phantasmal scene<br> That floats before our eyes in wavering light,<br> Which gleams but on the darkness of our prison,<br> Whose chains and massy walls<br> We feel, but cannot see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> &quot;Spirit of Nature! all-sufficing Power,<br> Necessity! thou mother of the world!<br> Unlike the God of human error, thou<br> Requir'st no prayers or praises; the caprice<br> Of man's weak will belongs no more to thee<br> Than do the changeful passions of his breast<br> To thy unvarying harmony: the slave,<br> Whose horrible lusts spread misery o'er the world,<br> And the good man, who lifts with virtuous pride<br> His being in the sight of happiness<br> That springs from his own works; the poison-tree,<br> Beneath whose shade all life is wither'd up,<br> And the fair oak, whose leafy dome affords<br> A temple where the vows of happy love<br> Are register'd, are equal in thy sight:<br> No love, no hate thou cherishest; revenge<br> And favouritism, and worst desire of fame<br> Thou know'st not: all that the wide world contains<br> Are but thy passive instruments, and thou<br> Regard'st them all with an impartial eye,<br> Whose joy or pain thy nature cannot feel,<br> Because thou hast not human sense,<br> Because thou art not human mind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br> &quot;Yes! when the sweeping storm of time<br> Has sung its death-dirge o'er the ruin'd fanes<br> And broken altars of the almighty Fiend<br> Whose name usurps thy honours, and the blood<br> Through centuries clotted there has floated down<br> The tainted flood of ages, shalt thou live<br> Unchangeable! A shrine is rais'd to thee,<br> Which, nor the tempest-breath of time,<br> Nor the interminable flood<br> Over earth's slight pageant rolling,<br> Availeth to destroy--<br> The sensitive extension of the world.<br> That wondrous and eternal fane,<br> Where pain and pleasure, good and evil join,<br> To do the will of strong necessity,<br> And life, in multitudinous shapes,<br> Still pressing forward where no term can be,<br> Like hungry and unresting flame<br> Curls round the eternal columns of its strength.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Percy+Bysshe+Shelley">Percy Bysshe Shelley</a><div class=q>
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