Like a glowworm golden, in a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden its aerial blue Among the flowers and grass which screen it… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Far clouds of feathery gold, Shaded with deepest purple, gleam Like islands on a dark blue sea. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Lie bills and calculations much perplexed, With steam-boats, frigates, and machinery quaint Traced over them in blue and yellow paint. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Let the blue sky overhead, The green earth on which ye tread, All that must eternal be Witness the solemnity. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
As long as skies are blue, and fields are green Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Lightning my pilot sits; In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, It struggles and howls at fits; Over earth and ocean,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The pale stars are gone! For the sun, their swift shepherd, To their folds them compelling, In the depths of the dawn,… — 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 Image
“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 Image
Titles are tinsel, power a corrupter, glorya bubble, and excessive wealth a libel on its possessor. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Poets and philosophers are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.” — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Dar'st thou amid the varied multitude To live alone, an isolated thing? — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
