3 Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes on Song

Percy Bysshe Shelley quotes on song

117. Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

118. And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.

157. Let me set my mournful ditty To a merry measure; Thou wilt never come for pity, Thou wilt come for pleasure; Pity then will cut away Those cruel wings, and thou wilt stay.