English poem
Fragment: 'I Would Not Be A King'.
I would not be a king—enough Of woe it is to love; The path to power is steep and rough, And tempests reign above. I would not climb the imperial throne; 'Tis built on ice which fortune's sun Thaws in the height of noon. Then farewell, king, yet were I one, Care would not come so soon. Would he and I were far away Keeping flocks on Himalay!
More by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Fragment: 'And That I Walk Thus Proudly Crowned'
- Fragment: 'Great Spirit'.
- Fragment: 'I Faint, I Perish With My Love!'
- Fragment: 'I Stood upon a Heaven-Cleaving Turret'
- Fragment: 'Methought I Was A Billow In The Crowd'.
- Fragment: 'My Head Is Wild With Weeping'
- Fragment: 'My Head Is Wild With Weeping'.
- Fragment: 'Such Hope, As Is the Sick Despair of Good'