Percy Bysshe Shelley

. . . then black despair
The shadow of a starless night, was thrown
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. . . then black despair
The shadow of a starless night, was thrown
Over the world in which I moved alone.

The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.

The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.

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.

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.

Heaven's ebon vault,
Studded with stars unutterably bright,
Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls,
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Heaven's ebon vault,
Studded with stars unutterably bright,
Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls,
Seems like a canopy which love has spread
To curtain her sleeping world.