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
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
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
As I lay asleep in Italy There came a voice from over the Sea, And with great power it forth led me… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The old laws of England they Whose reverend heads with age are gray, Children of a wiser day; And whose solemn voice… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Thou hast a voice, great Mountain, to repeal. Large codes of fraud and woe; not understood by all, but which the wise,… — 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 stood within the city disinterred; And heard the autumnal leaves like light footfalls Of spirits passng through the streets; and heard… — 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
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
