1 Oblivion as they rose shrank like a thing reprov'd . Of deep and liquid rest , forgetful of all ill. From her ambrosial rest the fading Splendour sprung. Death rose and smil'd, and met her vain caress. Adonais XLV Rose , rob'd in dazzling immortality.
Nothing beside remains.
Round the decay Ozymandias Round the cold heart, where, after their sweet pain, Adonais IX And the wild Winds flew round , sobbing in their dismay. Death rose and smil'd, and met her vain caress. The silence of that heart's accepted sacrifice . Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Sweet though in sadness .