Of Planets, struggling fierce towards heaven's free wilderness. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Religion! but for thee, prolific fiend, Who peoplest earth with demons, hell with men, And heaven with slaves! — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“And the sunlight claps the earth, And the moonbeam kiss the sea, What is all these sweet work worth, If thou kiss… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me? — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“No more alone through the world's wilderness, Although I trod the paths of high intent, I journeyed now: no more companionless” — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Let the blue sky overhead, The green earth on which ye tread, All that must eternal be Witness the solemnity. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Poetry strengthens that faculty which is the organ of the moral nature of man, in the same manner as exercise strengthens a… — 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
Chastity is a monkish and evangelical superstition, a greater foe to natural temperance even than unintellectual sensuality; it strikes at the root… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The nature of a narrow and malevolent spirit is so essentially incompatible with happiness as to render it inaccessible to the influences… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
No one has yet been found resolute enough in dogmatizing to deny that Nature made man equal; that society has destroyed this… — 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
“Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The beauty of the internal nature cannot be so far concealed by its accidental vesture, but that the spirit of its form… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Everytime we say that god is the author of some phenomenon, that signifies that we are ignorant of how such a phenomenon… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
He wanders, like a day-appearing dream, Through the dim wildernesses of the mind; Through desert woods and tracts, which seem Like ocean,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The great secret of morals is love; or a going out of our nature, and an identification of ourselves with the beautiful… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Men of England, heirs of Glory, Heroes of unwritten story, Nurslings of one mighty Mother, Hopes of her, and one another; Rise… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Hence in solitude, or that deserted state when we are surrounded by human beings and yet they sympathize not with us, we… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Lightning my pilot sits; In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, It struggles and howls at fits; Over earth and ocean,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Let the advocate of animal food, force himself to a decisive experiment on its fitness, and as Plutarch recommends, tear a living… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
All things are sold: the very light of heaven is venal; earth's unsparing gifts of love, the smallest and most despicable things… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Rise like lions after slumber In unvanquishable number Shake your chains to earth like dew We are many, they are few” — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Nature rejects the monarch, not the man; the subject, not the citizen... The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The advocates of literal interpretation have been the most efficacious enemies of those doctrines whose nature they profess to venerate. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
We live and move and think; but we are not the creators of our own origin and existence. We are not the… — 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
And priests dare babble of a God of peace, Even whilst their hands are red with guiltless blood, Murdering the while, uprooting… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
You would not easily guess All the modes of distress Which torture the tenants of earth; And the various evils, Which like… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The beauty of the internal nature cannot be so far concealed by its accidental vesture, but that the spirit of its form… — 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
