Lie bills and calculations much perplexed, With steam-boats, frigates, and machinery quaint Traced over them in blue and yellow paint. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Near that a dusty paint-box, some odd hooks, A half-burnt match, an ivory block, three books, Where conic sections, spherics, logarithms, To… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Underneath Day's azure eyes, Ocean's nursling, Venice lies, A peopled labyrinth of walls, Amphitrite's destined halls — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed.... — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
For this is the most civil sort of lie That can be given to a man's face. I now Say what I… — 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 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
