708 Quotes by Percy Bysshe Shelley

And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest, Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast, Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air, The soul of her beauty and love lay bare.

I had rather not have any more of my hopes and illusions mocked by sad realities.

Mild is the slow necessity of death; The tranquil spirit fails beneath its grasp, Without a groan, almost without a fear, Resigned in peace to the necessity; Calm as a voyager to some distant land, And full of wonder, full of hope as he.

We have more moral, political and historical wisdom, than we know how to reduce into practice; we.

Joy, once lost, is pain.

Worse than despair, Worse than the bitterness of death, is hope.

What do you think? Young women of rank eat – you will never guess what – garlick!

Venice, it’s temples and palaces did seem like fabrics of enchantment piled to heaven.

One wandering thought pollutes the day;.