Maxioms by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Anything that is too stupid to be spoken is sung.
Anything that is too stupid to be spoken is sung.
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.
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
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!
The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame
Over his living head like Heaven is bent,
An early but read more
The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame
Over his living head like Heaven is bent,
An early but enduring monument,
Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song
In sorrow.
