Maxioms by Percy Bysshe Shelley
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
And many an ante-natal tomb
When butterflies dream of the life to come.
And many an ante-natal tomb
When butterflies dream of the life to come.
O, white innocence,
That thou shouldst wear the mask of guilt to hide
Thine awful and serenest read more
O, white innocence,
That thou shouldst wear the mask of guilt to hide
Thine awful and serenest countenance
From those who know thee not!
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds
Around, around in ceaseless circles wheeling
With clangs of wings and scream, the Eagle sailed
Incessantly.
Around, around in ceaseless circles wheeling
With clangs of wings and scream, the Eagle sailed
Incessantly.
