Shelley

Shelley has so many incredible lines. This one in particular reminds me of the hunter, of rushing through some dark woods, and I can just see Mads Mikkelsen watching something somewhere. Even Shelley's fragments are great, here's one, with more here:

'Tis midnight now—athwart the murky air,
Dank lurid meteors shoot a livid gleam;
From the dark storm-clouds flashes a fearful glare,
It shows the bending oak, the roaring stream.

I pondered on the woes of lost mankind,
I pondered on the ceaseless rage of Kings;

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