“We look before and after,
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.”

—  Percy Bysshe Shelley

St. 18
To a Skylark (1821)
Source: The Complete Poems

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English Romantic poet 1792–1822

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