How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner
As he bends in still grief o'er the hallowed bier,
As enanguished he turns from the laugh of the scorner,
And drops to perfection's remembrance a tear;
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drops to perfection's remembrance a tear Great conceptualization.
A real masterpiece that creates a sad atmosphere in the wake of heartfelt bereavement. Thanks.
Foes! Woes! ! Victims. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
A Wonderful poem by Shelley written in despair about the dissipation of a nice dream life and feels much when the good time come once again in life!
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