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1792–1822

FRAGMENT:‘ I FAINT, I PERISH WITH MY LOVE!’.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

I faint, I perish with my love! I grow Frail as a cloud whose splendours pale Under the evening's ever-changing glow: I die like mist upon the gale,

And like a wave under the calm I fail.

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