The allegory of Adam and Eve eating of the tree of evil, and entailing upon their posterity the wrath of God and… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
We live and move and think; but we are not the creators of our own origin and existence. We are not the… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame Over his living head like heaven is bent, An early but enduring monument, Came, veiling all… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Until the mind can love, and admire, and trust, and hope, and endure, reasoned principles of moral conduct are seeds cast upon… — 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
“And in a mad trance Strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings We decay Like corpses in a charnel Fear & Grief… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
So soon as this want or power [of love] is dead, man becomes the living sepulchre of himself, and what yet survives… — 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
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