Lyric Poem · Love

To Harriet

by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Ever as now with Love and Virtue's glow

May thy unwithering soul not cease to burn,

Still may thine heart with those pure thoughts o'erflow

Which force from mine such quick and warm return.

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Poem: To Harriet
Poet: Percy Bysshe Shelley
Length: 4 lines
Form: Lyric Poem, Short Poems
Themes: Love, Peace, Short

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Shape: 4 lines · one 4-line stanza
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Author record: Percy Bysshe Shelley1792–1822
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