Dar'st thou amid the varied multitude To live alone, an isolated thing? — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Senseless is the breast and cold Which relenting love would fold; Bloodless are the veins and chill Which the pulse of pain… — 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
Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar? — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
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
“Whether that lady's gentle mind, No longer with the form combined Which scattered love, as stars do light, Found sadness where it… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“We—are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar; Such difference without discord, as can make Those… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
In proportion to the love existing among men, so will be the community of property and power. Among true and real friends,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy power which seems omnipotent; To… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
A husband and wife ought to continue united so long as they love each other. Any law which should bind them to… — 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
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
And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest, Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast, Till, fold after fold,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Friendship, a dear balm... A smile among dark frowns: a beloved light: A solitude, a refuge, a delight.” — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Heaven's ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Rarely, rarely comest thou, Spirit of Delight! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night? Many a weary night… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Love, hope, and self-esteem, like clouds depart And come, for some uncertain moments lent. Man were immortal and omnipotent, Didst thou, unknown… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Power, like a desolating pestilence, pollutes whatever it touches. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love… — 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 cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love… — 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
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
