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
I never was attached to that great sect, Whose doctrine is, that each one should select Out of the crowd a mistress… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Not the swart Pariah in some Indian grove, Lone, lean, and hunted by his brother's hate, Hath drunk so deep the cup… — 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
The rich have become richer, and the poor have become poorer; and the vessel of the state is driven between the Scylla… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The breath Of accusation kills an innocent name, And leaves for lame acquittal the poor life, Which is a mask without it. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
There are two Italies.... The one is the most sublime and lovely contemplation that can be conceived by the imagination of man;… — 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 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
