Maxioms by Percy Bysshe Shelley
There is no real wealth but the labor of man.
There is no real wealth but the labor of man.
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure.
No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure.
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
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of eternity.
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of eternity.
