Mutability, Percy Bysshe Shelley
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon; How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver, Streaking the darkness radiantly!–yet soon Night closes round, and they are lost forever: … Continue reading
March 31, 2015 · Leave a comment
And Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
And Still I Rise You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. … Continue reading
March 17, 2015 · Leave a comment
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