Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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Percy Bysshe Shelley Famous Quotes & Sayings
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'tis He, arrayed In the soft light of his own smiles, which spread Like radiance from the cloud-surrounded moon ...
silent those sweet lips, Once breathing eloquence That might have soothed a tiger's rage Or thawed the cold heart of a conqueror.
Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong: They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
O weep for Adonis - He is dead."
"Peace. He is not dead he doth not sleep - he hath wakened from the dream of life
"Peace. He is not dead he doth not sleep - he hath wakened from the dream of life
Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.
The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow.
No more alone through the world's wilderness,
Although I trod the paths of high intent,
I journeyed now: no more companionless
Although I trod the paths of high intent,
I journeyed now: no more companionless
Many a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of Misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on.
It is easier to suppose that the universe has existed for all eternity than to conceive a being beyond its limits capable of creating it.
Those who love not their fellow-beings live unfruitful lives, and prepare for their old age a miserable grave.
Poetry, in a general sense, may be defined to be 'the expression of the imagination': and poetry is connate with the origin of man.
By all that is sacred in our hope for the human race, I conjure those who love happiness and truth to give a fair trial to the vegetable system!
Obedience indeed is only the pitiful and cowardly egotism of him who thinks that he can do something better than reason.
How beautiful is sunset when the glow Of Heaven descends upon a land like thee, Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!
[Poetry] strips the veil of familiarity from the world, and lays bear the naked and sleeping beauty which is the spirit of its forms.
It is found easier, by the short-sighted victims of disease, to palliate their torments by medicine, than to prevent them by regimen
Underneath Day's azure eyes, Ocean's nursling, Venice lies, A peopled labyrinth of walls, Amphitrite's destined halls
Hence all original religions are allegorical, or susceptible of allegory, and, like Janus, have a double face of false and true
Alas! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around, Nor that content surpassing wealth The sage in meditation found.
It creates anew the universe after it has been annihilated in our minds by the recurrence of impressions blunted by reiteration.
When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead - When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed ...
If certain Critics were as clearsighted as they are malignant, how great would be the benefit to be derived from their writings!
People should riot for their freedom but first they have to understand who they are and how they are ruled.
Virtue owns a more eternal foe Than Force or Fraud: old Custom, legal Crime, And bloody Faith the foulest birth of Time.
The moon of Mahomet Arose, and it shall set; While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon, The cross leads generations on.
And bid them love each other and be blest:
And leave the troop which errs, and which reproves,
And come and be my guest, - for I am Love's.
And leave the troop which errs, and which reproves,
And come and be my guest, - for I am Love's.
First our pleasures die - and then our hopes, and then our fears - and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust - and we die too.
What if English toil and blood Was poured forth, even as a flood? It availed, Oh, Liberty, To dim, but not extinguish thee.