Maxioms by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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!
No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure.
No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure.
Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should read more
Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.
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.
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to read more
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow.
