Maxioms by Percy Bysshe Shelley
No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure.
No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure.
Peter was dull; he was at first
Dull;--Oh, so dull--so very dull!
Whether he talked, wrote, or read more
Peter was dull; he was at first
Dull;--Oh, so dull--so very dull!
Whether he talked, wrote, or rehearsed--
Still with his dulness was he cursed--
Dull--beyond all conception--dull.
And the wand-like lily which lifted up,
As a Maenad, its moonlight-coloured cup,
Till the fiery star, read more
And the wand-like lily which lifted up,
As a Maenad, its moonlight-coloured cup,
Till the fiery star, which is its eye,
Gazed through clear dew on the tender sky.
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.
'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.
