Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, where art… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I am gone into the fields To take what this sweet hour yields; Reflection, you may come to-morrow, Sit by the fireside… — 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
Image of rugged cliffs And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The pale stars are gone! For the sun, their swift shepherd, To their folds them compelling, In the depths of the dawn,… — 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
