And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth's dark… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
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
A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
For the Sensitive Plant has no bright flower; Radiance and odour are not its dower; It loves, even like Love, its deep… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Sounds of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain awaken'd flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“The flower that smiles today Tomorrow dies; All that we wish to stay Tempts and then flies; What is this world's delight?… — 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 secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
“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? Why dost thou pass away and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate? Ask why the sunlight not for ever Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain-river, Why aught should fail and fade… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
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
