English Poetry – Shelley • Milton • Keats
Percy Bysshe Shelley
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead are driven,
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe like withered leaves.
John Milton
Of Man’s first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste
Brought death into the world, and all our woe.
John Keats
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness.
