|THE world's great age begins anew,|
|The golden years return,|
|The earth doth like a snake renew|
|Her winter weeds outworn;|
|Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam|
|Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.|
|A brighter Hellas rears its mountains|
|From waves serener far;|
|A new Peneus rolls his fountains|
|Against the morning star;|
|Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep|
|Young Cyclads on a sunnier deep.|
|A loftier Argo cleaves the main,|
|Fraught with a later prize;|
|Another Orpheus sings again,|
|And loves, and weeps, and dies;|
|A new Ulysses leaves once more|
|Calypso for his native shore.|
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Shelley on Social Cycles
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