Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1792-1822. British romantic poet whose works include "Ode to the West Wind" (1819), "To a Skylark" (1820), the lyric drama Prometheus Unbound (1820), and "Adonais" (1821), an elegy to John Keats.
There is a harmony In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been!
The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
And this is Hell- and in this smother, All are damnable and damned; Each one damning, damns the other; They are damned by one another. By none other are they damned.
O, Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
Power, like a desolating pestilence, Pollutes whate'er it touches
Their errors have been weighed and found to have been dust in the balance; if their sins were as scarlet, they are now white as snow: they have been washed in the blood of the mediator and the redeemer, Time.
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