Quote by Percy Bysshe Shelley Download Open image ““to hope til Hope creates from its own wreak the thing it contemplates;”” — Percy Bysshe Shelley ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.1 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“To hope until hope creates from its very own wreck the thing it contemplates.” — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
To hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
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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
