Maxioms by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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!
'Twas his ambition, generous and great
A life to life's great end to consecrate.
'Twas his ambition, generous and great
A life to life's great end to consecrate.
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.
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
Ay, many flowering islands lie
In the waters of wide Agony.
Ay, many flowering islands lie
In the waters of wide Agony.
