Maxioms by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
Far clouds of feathery gold,
Shaded with deepest purple, gleam
Like islands on a dark blue sea.
Far clouds of feathery gold,
Shaded with deepest purple, gleam
Like islands on a dark blue sea.
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
Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should read more
Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.
There is no real wealth but the labor of man.
There is no real wealth but the labor of man.
