There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as… — 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
As long as skies are blue, and fields are green Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
True Love in this differs from gold and clay, That to divide is not to take away. Love is like understanding, that… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean… — 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
