Think ye by gazing on each other's eyes To multiply your lovely selves? — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Underneath Day's azure eyes, Ocean's nursling, Venice lies, A peopled labyrinth of walls, Amphitrite's destined halls — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
And many more Destructions played In this ghastly masquerade, All disguised, even to the eyes, Like Bishops, lawyers, peers, or spies. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
... a wild dissolving bliss Over my frame he breathed, approaching near, And bent his eyes of kindling tenderness Near mine, and… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
(Title: To the Moon) Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
There is eloquence in the tongueless wind, and a melody in the flowing brooks and the rustling of the reeds beside them,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
If we reason, we would be understood; if we imagine, we would that the airy children of our brain were born anew… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Human vanity is so constituted that it stiffens before difficulties. The more an object conceals itself from our eyes, the greater the… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I was an infant when my mother went To see an atheist burned. She took me there. The dark-robed priests were met… — 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
