British Literature.

So, for my Brit Lit class, I had to write a poem using only lines from poems written by the big time Romance poets [Shelley, Coleridge, Byron, Keats, and Wordsworth]. I think it's pretty good, so here it is! Tell me what you think in comments?

Awake forever in a sweet unrest
I had no human fears
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet
She walks in beauty, like the night
A maid whom there were none to [love]
Red as a rose is she
A heart whose love is innocent
From the fiends that plague [us] thus

Yet did I never breathe it's pure serene
of the wide world i stand alone and think
[The] woman wailing for her demon lover
[She] sinks into [the] depths with [a] bubbling groan
Grief too sad for song
Felt in the blood, felt along the heart
Which yet survived, stamped on these lifeless things

Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow
A savage place! As holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon haunted
nothing besides remains. Round the decay
And all that mighty heart is lying still
but she is in her grave, and, oh
of the dying year, to which this [is] closing night
Ne'er saw I, never felt a calm so deep


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