The tale untoldH. BrightOne sung of thee who left the tale untold,Like the false dawns which perish in the bursting;Like empty cups of wrought and daedal gold,Which mock the lips with air, when they are thirsting.
← LibraryH. Bright · songThe tale untoldlyrics: Percy Bysshe ShelleyAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongThe tale untoldlyrics: Percy Bysshe ShelleyOnewˈɒnsungsˈʌŋofˈɒvtheeðˈiːwhohˈuːleftlˈɛfttheðətaletˈeɪluntoldʌntˈəʊld,Likelˈaɪktheðəfalsefˈɒlsdawnsdˈɔːnzwhichwˈɪtʃperishpˈɛɹɪʃinˈɪntheðəburstingbˈɜːstɪŋ;Likelˈaɪkemptyˈɛmpticupskˈʌpsofˈɒvwroughtɹˈɔːtandˈænddaedalˈdiːdəlgoldɡˈəʊld,Whichwˈɪtʃmockmˈɒktheðəlipslˈɪpswithwˈɪðairˈeə,whenwˈɛntheyðˈeɪareə(ɹ)thirstingθˈɜːstɪŋ.