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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
A Defence of Poetry (1821)
Tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain.
A Defence of Poetry (1821)
Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.
A Defence of Poetry (1821)
And with glorious triumph, they
Rode through England proud and gay,
Drunk as with intoxication
Of the wine of desolation.
The Masque of Anarchy (1819)
And like a prophetess of May
Strewed flowers upon the barren way,
Making the wintry world appear
Like one on whom thou smilest, dear.
To Jane: The Invitation (1822)
And many more Destructions played
In this ghastly masquerade,
All disguised, even to the eyes,
Like Bishops, lawyers, peers, or spies.
The Masque of Anarchy (1819)
His fine wit
Makes such a wound, the knife is lost in it.
Letter to Maria Gisborne (1820)
O, white innocence,
That thou shouldst wear the mask of guilt to hide
Thine awful and serenest countenance
From those who know thee not!
The Cenci (1819)
By all that is sacred in our hopes for the human race, I conjure those who love happiness and truth, to give a fair trial to the vegetable system.
A Vindication of Natural Diet (1813)
Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
The Cenci (1819)
A lovely lady garmented in light.
Thine eyes are like the deep, blue, boundless heaven
Contracted to two circles underneath
Their long, fine lashes; dark, far, measureless,
Orb within orb, and line through line inwoven.
Prometheus Unbound (1820)
The babe is at peace within the womb,
The corpse is at rest within the tomb.
We begin in what we end.
We are all Greeks. Our laws, our literature, our religion, our arts have their root in Greece.
Hellas (1821)
Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone,
But grief returns with the revolving year.
Adonais (1821)
Silence! Oh, well are Death and Sleep and Thou
Three brethren named, the guardians gloomy-winged,
Of one abyss, where life and truth and joy
Are swallowed up.
Poor captive bird! Who, from thy narrow cage,
Pourest such music, that it might assuage
The rugged hearts of those who prisoned thee,
Were they not deaf to all sweet melody.
Epipsychidion (1821)
Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth
The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
Ode to the West Wind (1819)
Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains,
And feeds her grief.
He is made one with Nature: there is heard
His voice in all her music, from the moan
Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird.
Adonais (1821)