708 Quotes by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Life, like a dome of many-colored glass, stains the white radiance of eternity.

And, where they hope that quiet to enjoy / Which virtue pictures, bitterness of soul,/ Pinning regrets and vain repentances,/ Disease, disgust, and lassitude pervade / Their valueless and miserable lives.

He wanders, like a day-appearing dream, / Through the dim wildernesses of the mind; / Through desert woods and tracts, which seem / Like ocean, homeless, boundless, unconfined.

A cloud-encircled meteor of the air, / A hooded eagle among blinking owls.

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, / Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, / Pestilence-stricken multitudes.

He gave man speech, and speech created thought, / Which is the measure of the universe.

There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been.

Then black despair, / The shadows of a starless night, was thrown / Over the world in which I moved alone.

A man to be greatly good must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must himself in the place of another and in many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.