“A wild dissolving bliss
Over my frame he breathed, approaching near,
And bent his eyes of kindling tenderness
Near mine, and on my lips impressed a lingering kiss.”

—  Percy Bysshe Shelley , The Revolt of Islam

Canto I, st. 42
The Revolt of Islam (1817)

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English Romantic poet 1792–1822

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