When you can discover where the fresh colors of the faded flower abide, or the music of the broken lyre, seek life… — 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
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
The most refined abstractions of logic conduct to a view of life, which, though startling to the apprehension, is, in fact, that… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,… — 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
The breath Of accusation kills an innocent name, And leaves for lame acquittal the poor life, Which is a mask without it. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep - He hath awakened from the dream of life” — 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
True Love in this differs from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away. Love is like understanding, that… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Obscenity, which is ever blasphemy against the divine beauty in life, is a monster for which the corruption of society forever brings… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
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
“Whatever may be his [man's] true and final destination, there is a spirit within him at enmity with nothingness and dissolution (change… — 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
I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must… — 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
And many an ante-natal tomb Where butterflies dream of the life to come. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of eternity. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The day becomes more solemn and serene When noon is past; there is a harmony In autumn, and a lustre in its… — 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
Mont Blanc yet gleams on high: the power is there, The still and solemn power of many sights And many sounds, and… — 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