What do you think? Young women of rank eat - you will never guess what - garlick!
Percy Bysshe ShelleyPoetry, in a general sense, may be defined to be 'the expression of the imagination': and poetry is connate with the origin of man.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyAs long as skies are blue, and fields are green Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with woe, and year wake year to sorrow
Percy Bysshe Shelley