Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years, Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe Are brackish with the salt of human tears!… — 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
As long as skies are blue, and fields are green Evening must usher night, night urge the morrow, Month follow month with… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn; Heaven… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the… — 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
![“[L]ike thee to those in sorrow, Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow To the rough year just awake In its cradle on the brake. The brightest hour of unborn Spring, Through the winter wandering, Found, it seems, the halcyon Morn To hoar February born.” quote by Percy Bysshe Shelley](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/5a5/percy-bysshe-shelley-476_awake_l-ike-thee-to-those-in-sorrow-comes-to-b_796386.jpg)
