When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Man is of soul and body, formed for deeds Of high resolve; on fancy's boldest wing. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I love all waste And solitary places; where we taste The pleasure of believing what we see Is boundless, as we wish… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Some say that gleams of a remoter world Visit the soul in sleep that death is slumber, And that its shapes… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Woe is me! The winged words on which my soul would pierce Into the heights of love's rare universe, Are chains of… — 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
"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
There is eloquence in the tongueless wind, and a melody in the flowing brooks and the rustling of the reeds beside them,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Know what it is to be a child? It is to be something very different from the man of today. It is… — 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 secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
“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? Why dost thou pass away and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate? Ask why the sunlight not for ever Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain-river, Why aught should fail and fade… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
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
