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Poetry Friday: To a Skylark by Percy Bysshe Shelley

January 19th, 2018 (06:00 am)
determined

Current Mood: determined
Current Song: crushcrushcrush by Paramore

We look before and after,
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.

Yet if we could scorn
Hate, and pride, and fear;
If we were things born
Not to shed a tear,
I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.

Better than all measures
Of delightful sound,
Better than all treasures
That in books are found,
Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!

Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow
The world should listen then, as I am listening now.

- selected lines from To a Skylark by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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