Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow claspest the limits of mortality. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
My father Time is weak and gray With waiting for a better day; See how idiot-like he stands, Fumbling with his palsied… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
O cease! must hate and death return, Cease! must men kill and die? Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn Of… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“If he is infinitely good, what reason should we have to fear him? If he is infinitely wise, why should we have… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Love, hope, and self-esteem, like clouds depart And come, for some uncertain moments lent. Man were immortal and omnipotent, Didst thou, unknown… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Forget the dead, the past? O yet there are ghosts that may take revenge for it, memories that make the heart a… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
January gray is here, like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, march with grief doth howl and rave, and… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“I have sent books and music there, and all / Those instruments with which high spirits call / The future from its… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The flood of time is rolling on; We stand upon its brink, whilst they are gone To glide in peace down death's… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I know The past and thence I will essay to glean A warning for the future, so that man May profit by… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
If he is infinitely good, what reason should we have to fear him? If he is infinitely wise, what doubts should we… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The intense atom glows A moment, then is quenched in a most cold repose. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Till the Future dares Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity! — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The splendors of the firmament of time May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not; Like stars to their appointed height they climb… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The world is weary of the past, Oh, might it die or rest at last! — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Fate,Time,Occasion,Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
No mistake is more to be deplored than the conception that a system of morals and religion should derive any portion of… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
O! I burn with impatience for the moment of the dissolution of intolerance; it has injured me. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of eternity. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Joy, joy, joy! Past ages crowd on thee, but each one remembers, And the future is dark, and the present is spread,… — 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
