Treasure Island

Percy Bysshe Shelley

(1792-1822 / Horsham / England)

Alas! This Is Not What I Thought Life Was


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!

Submitted: Saturday, May 07, 2011
Edited: Monday, May 09, 2011

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  • Akhtar Jawad (5/22/2014 5:11:00 AM)

    Of calm endurance my weak breast I armed,
    To bear scorn, fear, and hate, a woful mass!
    Beauty, beauty and beauty. (Report) Reply

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