708 Quotes by Percy Bysshe Shelley

When merciless ambition, or mad zeal, has led two hosts of dupes to battlefield, That, blind, they there may dig each other’s graves, And call the sad work glory...

Dar’st thou amid the varied multitude To live alone, an isolated thing?

Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.

Within my heart is the lamp of love, And that is day!

I love Love – though he has wings, And like light can flee.

A poem is the very image of life expressed in its eternal truth. There.

We want the creative faculty to imagine that which we know; we want the generous impulse to act that which we imagine; we want the poetry of life: our calculations have outrun conception; we have eaten more than we can digest. The.

Yes! all is past – swift time has fled away, Yet its swell pauses on my sickening mind; How long will horror nerve this frame of clay? I’m dead, and lingers yet my soul behind.

The cultivation of poetry is never more to be desired than at periods when, from an excess of the selfish and calculating principle, the accumulation of the materials of external life exceed the quantity of the power of assimilating them to the internal laws of human nature. The.