First our pleasures die - and then our hopes, and then our fears - and when these are dead, the debt is… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Commerce has set the mark of selfishness, the signet of its all-enslaving power, upon a shining ore, and called it gold: before… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Their errors have been weighed and found to have been dust in the balance; if their sins were as scarlet, they are… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed.... — 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
Ere Babylon was dust, The Magus Zoroaster, my dead child, Met his own image walking in the garden, That apparition, sole of… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Until the mind can love, and admire, and trust, and hope, and endure, reasoned principles of moral conduct are seeds cast upon… — 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
