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
There Is No God. This negation must be understood solely to affect a creative Deity. The hypothesis of a pervading Spirit co-eternal… — 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
It is easier to suppose that the universe has existed for all eternity than to conceive a being beyond its limits capable… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse,… — 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
He gave man speech, and speech created thought, Which is the measure of the universe. — 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
