Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes

I am gone into the fields To take what this sweet hour yields; - Reflection, you may come to-morrow, Sit by the fireside with Sorrow. - You with the unpaid bill, Despair, - You, tiresome verse-reciter, Care, - I will pay you in the grave, - Death will listen to your stave.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley

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