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Lyric Poem · Winter

Lines to a Reviewer

by Percy Bysshe 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.

Oh, conquer what you cannot satiate!

For to your passion I am far more coy

Than ever 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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Poem
Lines to a Reviewer
Poet
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Length
13 lines
Form
Lyric Poem
Themes
Winter, Love, Nature

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Shape
13 lines · one 13-line stanza
Line length
Mostly 10-syllable lines (pentameter length).

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Author record
Percy Bysshe Shelley1792–1822
Source record
PoetryDBLines to a Reviewer by percy-bysshe-shelley, PoetryDB transcription
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Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
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