In the canon
Adonais
- Form
- Form Poem
- Year
- Year 1821
- Pages
- Pages 50
"Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, / Stains the white radiance of Eternity." Those lines sit near the end of Adonais, and they are among the most luminous Shelley ever wrote. The poem is his lament for John Keats, dead in Rome of tuberculosis at twenty-five, who, Shelley believed, had been broken by a savage review.
He has outsoared the shadow of our night;
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