Maxioms by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Around, around in ceaseless circles wheeling
With clangs of wings and scream, the Eagle sailed
Incessantly.
Around, around in ceaseless circles wheeling
With clangs of wings and scream, the Eagle sailed
Incessantly.
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.
Better than all measures
Of delightful sound,
Better than all treasures
That in books read more
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!
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.
Kings are like stars--they rise and set, they have
The worship of the world, but no repose.
Kings are like stars--they rise and set, they have
The worship of the world, but no repose.
