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Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, - but it returneth!

Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, - but it returneth!

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Love, Life, Change
1822 'Hellas', l.34-7.

The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Life, Change, Science
'Adonais' (1821) st. 52

Nought may endure but Mutability.

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Change, May, Endure
'Ode to Naples' (1820) l. 1

Man's yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Change, Men, Yesterday
Percy Bysshe Shelley, “Mutability”

Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Change, Tombstone, Sea
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1859). “Shelley Memorials: From Authentic Sources : Now First Printed”, p.219

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. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.

Percy Bysshe Shelley
Change, Mother, Daughter
'The Cloud' (1819)

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