708 Quotes by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Underneath Day’s azure eyes, Ocean’s nursling, Venice lies, A peopled labyrinth of walls, Amphitrite’s destined halls.

I love all waste And solitary places; where we taste The pleasure of believing what we see Is boundless, as we wish our souls to be.

Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?

Through the sunset of hope, Like the shapes of a dream, What paradise islands of glory gleam!

To hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates.

Power, like a desolating pestilence, Pollutes whate’er it touches; and obedience, Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth, Makes slaves of men, and of the human frame A mechanized automaton.

I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.

I fall upon the thorns of life...

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn’s being. Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing.