
The speaker asks a hostile reviewer what he gains by hating someone who responds with a smile free of contempt. He urges the reviewer to conquer a passion that will receive no answering hatred, closing with a comparison to Narcissus.
By Percy Bysshe Shelley · Genre: Satirical Poetry, Poetry · 151 words
Alas, good friend, what profit can you see / In hating such a hateless thing as me? / There is no sport in hate where all the rage / Is on one side: in vain would you assuage / Your frowns upon an unresisting smile, / In which not even contempt lurks to beguile / Your heart, by some faint sympathy of hate. / Oh, conquer what you cannot satiate! / For to your passion I am far more coy / Than ever yet was coldest maid or boy / In winter noon. Of your antipathy / If I am the Narcissus, you are free / To pine into a sound with hating me.
reviewers · unrequited hatred · satire · classical allusion
Lines to a Reviewer is listed on Textopian as a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley, dated Date unknown.
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