Maxioms by Percy Bysshe Shelley
There is a snake in thy smile, my dear,
And bitter poison within thy tear.
There is a snake in thy smile, my dear,
And bitter poison within thy tear.
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!
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.
The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
Ay, many flowering islands lie
In the waters of wide Agony.
Ay, many flowering islands lie
In the waters of wide Agony.
