• William Shakespeare
  • All The World's A Stage
  • Aye, But To Die, And Go We Know Not Where
  • Cowards
  • Fidele's Dirge
  • Our Revels Now Are Ended
  • Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer's Day
  • Sonnet 116
  • Sonnet 29
  • Sonnet 30
  • Sonnet 55
  • Sonnet 60
  • Tomorrow, And Tomorrow, And Tomorrow
  • Where The Bee Sucks, There Suck I
• Emily Dickinson
  • A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky
  • A Coffin - Is A Small Domain,
  • After Great Pain, A Formal Feeling Comes
  • Because I Could Not Stop For Death
  • I Shall Know Why - When Time Is Over
  • If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking
  • Parting
• Percy Bysshe Shelley
  • A Lament
  • Music, When Soft Voices Die
  • Mutability
  • Ozymandias
  • To Jane: The Keen Stars Were Twinkling
• Alfred, Lord Tennyson
  • Adonais
  • Break Break Break
  • Crossing The Bar
  • In Memoriam
  • There Is A Solemn Wind Tonight
• Thomas Gray
  • Elegy Written In A Country Churchyard
  • Epitaph On A Child
• Christina Georgina Rossetti
  • A Dirge
  • Remember
  • The First Spring Day
  • Up-Hill
  • When I Am Dead, My Dearest
• Robbie Burns
  • A Bard’s Epitaph
  • Epitaph On A Friend
• Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
  • A Psalm Of Life
  • The Cross of Snow
• William Wordsworth
  • A Slumber Did My Spirit Seal
  • Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802
  • I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
  • My Heart Leaps Up When I Behold
  • Ode: Intimations Of Immortality From Recollections Of Early Childhood
• John Keats
  • Bright Star
  • Endymion
  • His Last Sonnet
  • To Sleep
  • When I Have Fears That I May Cease To Be
• Bishop Brent
  • The Ship
• Henry Scott Holland
  • Death Is Nothing At All
• Khalil Gibran
  • Death
  • Joy and Sorrow
• Robert Herrick
  • To Daffodils
  • Upon A Child That Died
• George Herbert
  • Life
• Anonymous
  • A Celtic Blessing
  • If Tears Could Build A Stairway
  • Not, How Did He Die, But How Did He Live?
  • The Unquiet Grave
  • Traditonal Gaelic Blessing
  • Western Wind, When Will Thou Blow
  • When I Am Dead, Cry For Me A Little
• Ben Jonson
  • On My First Sonne
• David Harkins
  • She Is Gone (He Is Gone)
• Joyce Grenfell
  • If I Should Die
• William Allingham
  • Everything Passes And Vanishes
  • Four Ducks On A Pond
• Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  • A Knight's Tomb
• Sir Walter Raleigh
  • Even Such Is Time
• John Donne
  • Death Be Not Proud
• William Henry Davies
  • Leisure (What Is This Life If Full Of Care)
• William Oldys
  • On A Fly Drinking Out Of His Cup
• Robert Browning
  • Home-Thoughts, From Abroad ("O To Be In England")
• Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  • How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count The Ways (Sonnet From The Portuguese No.43)
• Anne Bradstreet
  • To My Dear And Loving Husband
• William Johnson Cory
  • Heraclitus
• Lord Byron
  • She Walks In Beauty
  • So, We'll Go No More A Roving
• Rupert Brooke
  • The Soldier
• Emily Bronte
  • The Old Stoic
• Clare Harner
  • Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Mutability

We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly! – yet soon
Night closes round, and they are lost forever:

Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings
Give various response to each varying blast,
To whose frail frame no second motion brings
One mood or modulation like the last.

We rest. – A dream has power to poison sleep;
We rise. – One wandering thought pollutes the day;
We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;
Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:

It is the same! – For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free:
Man’s yesterday may ne’er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but Mutability.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

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