Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes

Nor yet exempt, though ruling them like slaves, From chance, and death, and mutability, The clogs of that which else might oversoar The loftiest star of unascended heaven, Pinnacled dim in the intense inane.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley

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