[L]ike thee to those in sorrow, Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow To the rough year just awake In its cradle on… — 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
Man's yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Where art thou, beloved To-morrow? When young and old, and strong and weak, Rich and poor, through joy and sorrow, Thy sweet… — 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
As long as skies are blue, and fields are green Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere… — 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
![“[L]ike thee to those in sorrow, Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow To the rough year just awake In its cradle on the brake. The brightest hour of unborn Spring, Through the winter wandering, Found, it seems, the halcyon Morn To hoar February born.” quote by Percy Bysshe Shelley](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/5a5/percy-bysshe-shelley-476_awake_l-ike-thee-to-those-in-sorrow-comes-to-b_796386.jpg)
