Maxioms by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light read more
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid
In their noonday dreams.
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken
The sweet buds every one,
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,
As she dances about the sun.
I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And whiten the green plains under,
And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing
A tone
Of some world far from ours,
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Sing again, with your dear voice revealing
A tone
Of some world far from ours,
Where music and moonlight and feeling
Are one.
Anything that is too stupid to be spoken is sung.
Anything that is too stupid to be spoken is sung.
Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age.
Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age.
