Alas! this is not what I thought life was.
I knew that there were crimes and evil men,
Misery and hate; nor did I hope to pass
Untouched by suffering, through the rugged glen.
In mine own heart I saw as in a glass
The hearts of others ... And when
I went among my kind, with triple brass
Of calm endurance my weak breast I armed,
To bear scorn, fear, and hate, a woful mass!
More verses by Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Feelings Of A Republican On The Fall Of Bonaparte
- Death Is Here And Death Is There
- Despair
- Mont Blanc: Lines Written In The Vale Of Chamouni
- The Waning Moon