Maxioms by Percy Bysshe Shelley
There is a snake in thy smile, my dear,
And bitter poison within thy tear.
There is a snake in thy smile, my dear,
And bitter poison within thy tear.
Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep! He hath awaken from the dream of life!
Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep! He hath awaken from the dream of life!
Anything that is too stupid to be spoken is sung.
Anything that is too stupid to be spoken is sung.
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!
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
