Percy Bysshe Shelley

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.

Familiar acts are beautiful through love.

Familiar acts are beautiful through love.

You must come home with me and be my guest;
You will give joy to me, and I will read more

You must come home with me and be my guest;
You will give joy to me, and I will do
All that is in my power to honour you.

Ay, many flowering islands lie
In the waters of wide Agony.

Ay, many flowering islands lie
In the waters of wide Agony.

Those who inflict must suffer, for they see
The work of their own hearts, and that must be
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Those who inflict must suffer, for they see
The work of their own hearts, and that must be
Our chastisement or recompense.