Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe

English Romantic Lyric Poet

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Win and wear her if you can. - She is the most delightful of God's creatures - Heaven's best gift - man's joy and pride in prosperity, and his support and comfort in affliction.

You ought not to love the individuals of your domestic circle less, but to love those who exist beyond it more. Once make the feelings of confidence and of affection universal, and the distinctions of property and power will vanish; nor are they to be abolished without substituting something equivalent in mischief to them, until all mankind shall acknowledge an entire community of rights.

Let us bring the question to the test of experience and fact; and ask ourselves, considering our nature in its entire extent, what light we derive from a sustained and comprehensive view of its component parts, which may enable us to assert with certainty that we do or do not live after death.

Me ? who am as a nerve o'er which do creep the else unfelt oppressions of this earth, and was to thee the flame upon thy hearth, when all beside was cold: ? that thou on me shouldst rain these plagues of blistering agony!

No more let life divide what death can join together.

O, white innocence, that thou shouldst wear the mask of guilt to hide thine awful and serenest countenance from those who know thee not!

Peace is in the grave. The grave hides all things beautiful and good. I am a God and cannot find it there, nor would I seek it; for, though dread revenge, this is defeat, fierce king, not victory.

Religion pervades intensely the whole frame of society, and is according to the temper of the mind which it inhabits, a passion, a persuasion, an excuse, a refuge; never a check.

Spirit of Nature! all-sufficing Power! Necessity, thou mother of the world!

The cold chaste Moon, the Queen of Heaven's bright isles, who makes all beautiful on which she smiles! What wandering shrine of soft, yet icy flame, whichever is transform'd yet still the same, and warms, but not illumines.

The howl of self-interest is loud ... but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.

Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, stains the white radiance of Eternity, until Death tramples it to fragments.

Men must reap the things they sow, force from force must ever flow, or worse; but 'tis a bitter woe that love or reason cannot change.

No one has yet been found resolute enough in dogmatizing to deny that Nature made man equal; that society has destroyed this equality is a truth not more incontrovertible.

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep - he hath awakened from the dream of life - 'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep with phantoms an unprofitable strife.

Revenge and wrong bring forth their kind; the foul cubs like their parents are.

Spirit, Patience, Gentleness, all that can adorn and bless art thou ? let deeds, not words, express thine exceeding loveliness.

The conceptions which any nation or individual entertains of the God of its popular worship may be inferred from their own actions and opinions, which are the subjects of their approbation among their fellow-men.

The intense atom glows a moment, then is quenched in a most cold repose.

Like a glowworm golden, in a dell of dew, scattering unbeholden its aerial blue among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view.

Men of England, heirs of glory, heroes of unwritten story, nurslings of one mighty mother, hopes of her, and one another; rise like lions after slumber in unvanquishable number, shake your chains to earth like dew which in sleep had fallen on you-ye are many ? they are few.

Nor the feathery curtains Stretching o'er the sun's bright couch.

Obedience indeed is only the pitiful and cowardly egotism of him who thinks that he can do something better than reason.

Peace. He is not dead he doth not sleep - he hath wakened from the dream of life.

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English Romantic Lyric Poet