a single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Man's yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
...Ere midnight’s frown and morning’s smile, ere thou and peace may meet. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Thou art Justice ne'er for gold May thy righteous laws be sold As laws are in England thou Shield'st alike the high… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Poetry, in a general sense, may be defined to be 'the expression of the imagination': and poetry is connate with the origin… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth;… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid - in… — 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
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
When merciless ambition, or mad zeal, has led two hosts of dupes to battlefield, That, blind, they there may dig each other's… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Whatever may be his true and final destination, there is a spirit within him at enmity with nothingness and dissolution. This is… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
January gray is here, like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, march with grief doth howl and rave, and… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I am gone into the fields To take what this sweet hour yields; Reflection, you may come to-morrow, Sit by the fireside… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“We rest; A dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; One wandering thought pollutes the day. We feel, conceive, or reason;… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Here I swear, and as I break my oath may ... eternity blast me, here I swear that never will I forgive… — 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
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
The conceptions which any nation or individual entertains of the God of its popular worship may be inferred from their own actions… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Concerning God, freewill and destiny: Of all that earth has been or yet may be, all that vain men imagine or believe,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I am not much of a hand at love songs, you see I mingle metaphysics with even this, but perhaps in this… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I know The past and thence I will essay to glean A warning for the future, so that man May profit by… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The splendors of the firmament of time May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not; Like stars to their appointed height they climb… — 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
