O cease! must hate and death return, Cease! must men kill and die? Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn Of… — 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
But Greece and her foundations are Built below the tide of war, Based on the crystalline sea Of thought and its eternity;… — 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
Till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity! — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The world is weary of the past, Oh, might it die or rest at last! — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The day becomes more solemn and serene When noon is past; there is a harmony In autumn, and a lustre in its… — 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
