To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
O heart, and mind, and thoughts! what thing do you Hope to inherit in the grave below? — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The howl of self-interest is loud ... but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and this must be Our chastisement or recompense. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
In each human heart terror survives The ravin it has gorged: the loftiest fear All that they would disdain to think were… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I love Love - though he has wings, And like light can flee, But above all other things, Spirit, I love thee… — 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
The discussion of any subject is a right that you have brought into the world with your heart and tongue. Resign your… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Love, from its awful throne of patient power In the wise heart, from the last giddy hour Of dread endurance, from the… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Forget the dead, the past? O yet there are ghosts that may take revenge for it, memories that make the heart a… — 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
Narrow The heart that loves, the brain that contemplates, The life that wears, the spirit that creates One object, and one form,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
At the very time that philosophers of the most enterprising benevolence were founding in Greece those institutions which have rendered it the… — 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
"Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God." Blessed are those who have preserved internal sanctity of soul; who… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
All things are sold: the very light of heaven is venal; earth's unsparing gifts of love, the smallest and most despicable things… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats though unseen among us; visiting This various world with as inconstant wing As summer… — 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
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
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
