English poem
Lxxvi
It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be, Like all the rest, a mockery.
Versos English Percy Bysshe Shelley Lxxvi
Versos English Percy Bysshe Shelley Lxxvi
English poem
It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be, Like all the rest, a mockery.