The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- Now lending splendour,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The Galilean is not a favorite of mine. So far from owing him any thanks for his favor, I cannot avoid confessing… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
"Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God." Blessed are those who have preserved internal sanctity of soul; who… — 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
Obscenity, which is ever blasphemy against the divine beauty in life, is a monster for which the corruption of society forever brings… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The great secret of morals is Love; or a going out of our own nature, and an identification of ourselves with the… — 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
