Percy Bysshe Shelley ( 10 of 45 )
The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame
Over his living head like Heaven is bent,
An early but read more
The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame
Over his living head like Heaven is bent,
An early but enduring monument,
Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song
In sorrow.
Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should read more
Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.
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.
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to read more
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow.
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty.
For there are deeds
Which have no form, sufferings which have no tongue.
For there are deeds
Which have no form, sufferings which have no tongue.
Anything that is too stupid to be spoken is sung.
Anything that is too stupid to be spoken is sung.
Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine,
Yet let's be merry; we'll have tea and toast;
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Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine,
Yet let's be merry; we'll have tea and toast;
Custards for supper, and an endless host
Of syllabubs and jellies and mince-pies,
And other such ladylike luxuries.
There is no real wealth but the labor of man.
There is no real wealth but the labor of man.
Peter was dull; he was at first
Dull;--Oh, so dull--so very dull!
Whether he talked, wrote, or read more
Peter was dull; he was at first
Dull;--Oh, so dull--so very dull!
Whether he talked, wrote, or rehearsed--
Still with his dulness was he cursed--
Dull--beyond all conception--dull.
