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Percy Bysshe Shelley - Chorus from Hellas
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The world`s great age begins anew, 
        The golden years return,
    The earth doth like a snake renew
        Her winter weeds outworn:
    Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam
    Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.

    A brighter Hellas rears its mountains
        From waves serener far;
    A new Peneus rolls his fountains
       Against the morning star.
   Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep
   Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep.

   A loftier Argo cleaves the main,
       Fraught with a later prize;
   Another Orpheus sings again,
       And loves, and weeps, and dies.
   A new Ulysses leaves once more
   Calypso for his native shore.

   Oh, write no more the tale of Troy,
       If earth Death`s scroll must be!
   Nor mix with Laian rage the joy
       Which dawns upon the free:
   Although a subtler Sphinx renew
   Riddles of death Thebes never knew.

   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.

   Saturn and Love their long repose
       Shall burst, more bright and good
   Than all who fell, than One who rose,
       Than many unsubdu`d:
   Not gold, not blood, their altar dowers,
   But votive tears and symbol flowers.

   Oh cease! must hate and death return?
       Cease! must men kill and die?
   Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn
       Of bitter prophecy.
   The world is weary of the past,
   Oh might it die or rest at last!
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