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| George Gordon Byron, 1788-1824 |
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| Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1792-1822 |
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| John Keats, 1795- 1821 |
Share one thing in common,
they all died young.
Byron was 36 years old
Shelley was 29 years old
Keats was 26 years old
How my heart ache!
My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of Love are gone;
The worm — the canker, and the grief
Are mine alone! —Byron
The day becomes more solemn and serene
When noon is past; there is a harmony
In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been! —Shelley
But strength alone though of the Muses born
Is like a fallen angel: trees upturn,
Darkness, and worms, and shrouds, and sepulchres
Delight it; for it should be a friend
To sooth the cares, and lift the thoughts of man. —Keats
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