All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
[L]ike thee to those in sorrow, Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow To the rough year just awake In its cradle on… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I am gone into the fields To take what this sweet hour yields; Reflection, you may come to-morrow, Sit by the fireside… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, when the winds are breathing low, and the stars… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Poetry Love's Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me- who knows how? To thy chamber-window, Sweet! — 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
Love's very pain is sweet, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken — 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
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