Maxioms by Percy Bysshe Shelley
. . . then black despair
The shadow of a starless night, was thrown
Over the world read more
. . . then black despair
The shadow of a starless night, was thrown
Over the world in which I moved alone.
Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains,
And feeds her grief.
Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains,
And feeds her grief.
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.
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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.
