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Lines to a Reviewer

Percy Shelley


Alas! good friend, what profit can you see

In hating such a hateless thing as me?

There is no sport in hate, where all the rage

Is on one side. In vain would you assuage

Your frowns upon an unresisting smile,

In which not even contempt lurks, to beguile

Your heart by some faint sympathy of hate.

Ohconquer what you cannot satiate:

For to your passion I am far more coy

Than even yet was coldest maid or boy

In winter noon. Of your antipathy

If I am the Narcissus, you are free

To pine into a sound with hating me.


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