Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, – To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYAway, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, – To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThis lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThe jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYFate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYSoul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYLove withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThe psychological and moral comfort of a presence at once humble and understanding-this is the greatest benefit that the dog has bestowed upon man.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYI love tranquil solitude.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYHeaven’s ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYIf God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYWhen a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYFear not for the future, weep not for the past.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYIf a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThe warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYA sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like leaves to the light, and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYA man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY