Maxioms by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Like a glowworm golden, in a dell of dew,
Scattering unbeholden its aerial blue
Among the flowers read more
Like a glowworm golden, in a dell of dew,
Scattering unbeholden its aerial blue
Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view.
Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep! He hath awaken from the dream of life!
Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep! He hath awaken from the dream of life!
Obedience indeed is only the pitiful and cowardly egotism of him who thinks that he can do something better than read more
Obedience indeed is only the pitiful and cowardly egotism of him who thinks that he can do something better than reason
How many a rustic Milton has passed by,
Stifling the speechless longings of his heart,
In unremitting read more
How many a rustic Milton has passed by,
Stifling the speechless longings of his heart,
In unremitting drudgery and care!
How many a vulgar Cato has compelled
His energies, no longer tameless then,
To mould a pin, or fabricate a nail!
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.
