History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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O storm of death,Whose sightless speed divides this sullen night!
Percy Bysshe Shelley
His eyes pursued its flight:--'Thou hast a home,
Beautiful bird!
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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A pard-like spirit, beautiful and swift.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Waking or asleep,
Thou of death must deem
Things more true and deep
Than we mortals dream,
Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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