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.
'Twas his ambition, generous and great
A life to life's great end to consecrate.
'Twas his ambition, generous and great
A life to life's great end to consecrate.
January grey is here,
Like a sexton by her grave;
February bears the bier,
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January grey is here,
Like a sexton by her grave;
February bears the bier,
March with grief doth howl and rave,
And April weeps--but, O ye hours!
Follow with May's fairest flowers.
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
