Lyric Poem · Love
On Fanny Godwin
Her voice did quiver as we parted,
Yet knew I not that heart was broken
From which it came, and I departed
Heeding not the words then spoken.
Misery — O Misery,
This world is all too wide for thee.
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“On Fanny Godwin” by Percy Bysshe Shelley — quilloak.com/poems/on-fanny-godwin
Quick facts
- Poem
- On Fanny Godwin
- Poet
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
- Length
- 6 lines
- Form
- Lyric Poem, Short Poems
- Themes
- Love, Short
Craft notes
How this poem works
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- Shape
- 6 lines · one 6-line stanza
- Line length
- Lines run 7-9 syllables (median 8), consistent with tetrameter. No single length dominates, which is normal once elision and contraction are in play.
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- Author record
- Percy Bysshe Shelley1792–1822
- Source record
- PoetryDBOn Fanny Godwin by percy-bysshe-shelley, PoetryDB transcription
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
- Publication record
- Not recorded in the imported source
- Text fingerprint
- SHA-256 2667563a943cd5aa…
- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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