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FRAGMENT FROM THE WANDERING JEW.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

[Published as Shelley’s by Medwin, “Life of Shelley”, 1847, 1 page 56.]

 

The Elements respect their Maker’s seal!

Still Like the scathed pine tree’s height,

Braving the tempests of the night

Have I ‘scaped the flickering flame.

Like the scathed pine, which a monument stands _5

Of faded grandeur, which the brands

Of the tempest-shaken air

Have riven on the desolate heath;

Yet it stands majestic even in death,

And rears its wild form there. _10,

 

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