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
That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
For love and beauty and delight, there is no death nor change. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Worse than despair, Worse than the bitterness of death, is hope. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be, Like all the… — 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
Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
O cease! must hate and death return, Cease! must men kill and die? Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn Of… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; ... This alone is Life, Joy, Empire, Victory. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“That orbèd maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o’er my fleece-like floor By the midnight breezes… — 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
“Oh, weep for Adonais—he is dead! Wake, melancholy Mother, wake and weep! Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Christianity indeed has equaled Judaism in the atrocities, and exceeded it in the extent of its desolation. Eleven millions of men, women,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
He has outsoared the shadow of our night; envy and calumny and hate and pain, and that unrest which men miscall delight,… — 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
“To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy power which seems omnipotent; To… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“The leprous corpse, touch’d by this spirit tender, Exhales itself in flowers of gentle breath; Like incarnations of the stars, when splendour… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Whether that lady's gentle mind, No longer with the form combined Which scattered love, as stars do light, Found sadness where it… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
If all the thought which had been expended on the construction of engines of agony and death - the modes of aggression… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow claspest the limits of mortality. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent; To… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“ Music, When Soft Voices Die Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“And in a mad trance Strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings We decay Like corpses in a charnel Fear & Grief… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The splendors of the firmament of time May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not; Like stars to their appointed height they climb… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Joy, joy, joy! Past ages crowd on thee, but each one remembers, And the future is dark, and the present is spread,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy power which seems omnipotent; To… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Some say that gleams of a remoter world Visit the soul in sleep that death is slumber, And that its shapes… — 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
