Yet smelt roast meat, beheld a huge fire shine, And cooks in motion with their clean arms bared.
Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?
Shelley is truth itself and honour itself notwithstanding his out-of-the-way notions about religion.
For through the South the custom still commands The gentleman to kiss the lady's hands.
This is to be mortal, And seek the things beyond mortality.
Why I came here, I know not; where I shall go it is useless to inquire - in the midst of myriads of the living and the dead worlds, stars, systems, infinity, why should I be anxious about an atom?