Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar? — 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
Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
February... Bending from Heaven, in azure mirth, It kissed the forehead of the Earth, And smiled upon the silent sea, And bade… — 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
We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds; his auditors are… — 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
“I have sent books and music there, and all / Those instruments with which high spirits call / The future from its… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, - To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Sounds of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain awaken'd flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music… — 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
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
“ Music, When Soft Voices Die Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
There is eloquence in the tongueless wind, and a melody in the flowing brooks and the rustling of the reeds beside them,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
One nightingale in an interfluous wood Satiate the hungry dark with melody. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Perhaps the only comfort which remains Is the unheeded clanking of my chains, The which I make, and call it melody.” — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken — 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
