Maxioms by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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.
No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure.
No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure.
Better than all measures
Of delightful sound,
Better than all treasures
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Better than all measures
Of delightful sound,
Better than all treasures
That in books are found,
Thy skilled to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!
And many an ante-natal tomb
When butterflies dream of the life to come.
And many an ante-natal tomb
When butterflies dream of the life to come.
Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine,
Yet let's be merry; we'll have tea and toast;
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Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine,
Yet let's be merry; we'll have tea and toast;
Custards for supper, and an endless host
Of syllabubs and jellies and mince-pies,
And other such ladylike luxuries.
