English Romantics

by Sadie


(Percy Bysshe Shelley)

[…] We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep;
Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away:

It is the same!–For, be it joy or sorrow,
The path of its departure still is free […]

I’m really glad that I took a poetry class last year, otherwise I still wouldn’t have the slightest idea about Shelley or Keats or any of those poets. Good to know that people who lived 200 years ago weren’t that different from us modern people, at least when it comes to feelings…