Percy Bysshe Shelley

Hail to thee blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from Heaven, or near it,
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Hail to thee blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from Heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure.

No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure.

Those who inflict must suffer, for they see
The work of their own hearts, and that must be
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Those who inflict must suffer, for they see
The work of their own hearts, and that must be
Our chastisement or recompense.

Sing again, with your dear voice revealing
A tone
Of some world far from ours,
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Sing again, with your dear voice revealing
A tone
Of some world far from ours,
Where music and moonlight and feeling
Are one.

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