Allow me to preface this blog post by making the radical statement that this dynamic duo is significantly less interesting than the last bro-tasctic duo we had. The fact that these two are for all intents and purposes have the exact same style of writing poetry leads to a less intriguing juxtaposition. But whatever they both died you making them the rock stars of classic romantic literature despite their ambiguous genders. But since Cop Killer yelled at me for bitching too much about my personal feelings in these blog post so I guess I have to discuss the way in which they represent romantic literature as a whole. Well these two embody romanticism very well with the extensive use of natural imagery, what for them was common speak, boundless optimism regarding the natural world and humanity in general, and the way that their poems express emotion in torrents rather than in meticulous drab form like neo classical literature. Now that all that’s out of the way I just gotta say Shelly is so much better simply for the fact that its wife wrote the most bomb ass book ever Frankenstein.
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