I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
...Ere midnight’s frown and morning’s smile, ere thou and peace may meet. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
O weep for Adonis - He is dead." "Peace. He is not dead he doth not sleep - he hath wakened from… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The babe is at peace within the womb, the corpse is at rest within the tomb. We begin in what we end. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I love tranquil solitude, And such society As is quiet, wise, and good; Between thee and me What difference? but thou dost… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep - he hath awakened from the dream of life - 'Tis we,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep - He hath awakened from the dream of life” — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Alas! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around, Nor that content surpassing wealth The sage in meditation… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Peace is in the grave. The grave hides all things beautiful and good. I am a God and cannot find it there,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
No man has a right to disturb the public peace, by personally resisting the execution of a law however bad. He ought… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Mild is the slow necessity of death; The tranquil spirit fails beneath its grasp, Without a groan, almost without a fear, Resigned… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Change is certain. Peace is followed by disturbances; departure of evil men by their return. Such recurrences should not constitute occasions for… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
And priests dare babble of a God of peace, Even whilst their hands are red with guiltless blood, Murdering the while, uprooting… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The day becomes more solemn and serene When noon is past; there is a harmony In autumn, and a lustre in its… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Sonnet: Political Greatness Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame, Nor peace, nor strength, nor skill in arms or arts, Shepherd those herds… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“What then is this harmony, this order that you maintain to have required for its establishment, what it needs not for its… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The flood of time is rolling on; We stand upon its brink, whilst they are gone To glide in peace down death's… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- Now lending splendour, where from… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
“Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine, Yet let's be merry; we'll have tea and toast; Custards for supper, and an endless… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
Titles are tinsel, power a corrupter, glorya bubble, and excessive wealth a libel on its possessor. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
“Poets and philosophers are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.” — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
Dar'st thou amid the varied multitude To live alone, an isolated thing? — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, where art thou gone?… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
I love tranquil solitude, And such society As is quiet, wise, and good; Between thee and me What difference? but thou dost possess The… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
The practice of utter sincerity towards other men would avail to no good end, if they were incapable of practising it towards their own… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow claspest the limits of mortality. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
Senseless is the breast and cold Which relenting love would fold; Bloodless are the veins and chill Which the pulse of pain did fill;… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
