Maxioms by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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.
Obedience indeed is only the pitiful and cowardly egotism of him who thinks that he can do something better than read more
Obedience indeed is only the pitiful and cowardly egotism of him who thinks that he can do something better than reason
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!
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.
