708 Quotes by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Sing again, with your dear voice revealing A tone Of some world far from ours, Where music and moonlight and feeling Are one.

To hearts which near each other move / From evening close to morning light, / The night is good; because, my love, / They never say good-night.

Revenge does not howl in the dead.

But none ever trembled and panted with bliss / In the garden, the field, or the wilderness / Like a doe in the noontide with love’s sweet want / As the companionless Sensitive Plant.

With perfect joy received the early day, singing within the glancing leaves, whose sound. Kept a low burden to their roundelay.

Winter is come and gone, / But grief returns with the revolving year.

Misery! we have known each other, / Like a sister and a brother / Living in the same lone home, / Many years — we must live some / Hours or ages yet to come.

As in the soft and sweet eclipse, when soul meets soul on lover's lips

When soft winds and sunny skies / With the green earth harmonize / And the young and dewy dawn / Bold as an unhunted fawn / Up the windless heaven is gone,-- / Laugh—for ambushed in the day,--/ Clouds and whirlwinds watch their prey.