One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Here I swear, and as I break my oath may ... eternity blast me, here I swear that never will I forgive… — 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
Thus suicidal selfishness, that blights The fairest feelings of the opening heart, Is destined to decay, whilst from the soil Shall spring… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdain'd For thee to disdain it. One… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
What is life? Thoughts and feelings arise, with or without our will, and we employ words to express them. We are born,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
You ought to love all mankind; nay, every individual of mankind. You ought not to love the individuals of your domestic circles… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Mankind, transmitting from generation to generation the legacy of accumulated vengeances, and pursuing with the feelings of duty the misery of their… — 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
