Among true and real friends, all is common; and were ignorance and envy and superstition banished from the world, all mankind would… — 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
Kings are like stars,-they rise and set, they have The worship of the world, but no repose. — 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
There is no real wealth but the labour of man. Were the mountains of gold and the valleys of silver, the world… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The mind in creation is as a fading coal, which some invisible influence, like an inconstant wind, awakens to transitory brightness; this… — 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
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
