Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes

First our pleasures die — and then Our hopes, and then our fears — and when These are dead, the debt is due, Dust claims dust — and we die too.

A lovely lady, garmented in light From her own beauty.

An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king, — Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn, — mud from a muddy spring, — Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know, But leech-like to their fainting country cling, Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow.

The breath Of accusation kills an innocent name, And leaves for lame acquittal the poor life, Which is a mask without it.

Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill Which severs those it should unite; Let us remain together still, Then it will be good night.

I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.

Peter was dull; he was at first Dull,—oh so dull, so very dull! Whether he talked, wrote, or rehearsed, Still with this dulness was he cursed! Dull,—beyond all conception, dull.

Teas, Where small talk dies in agonies.

Hell is a city much like London — A populous and smoky city.

O lift me from the grass! I die! I faint! I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas! My heart beats loud and fast: O press it to thine own again, Where it will break at last!

I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright.

The sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What are all these kissings worth If thou kiss not me?

Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle — Why not I with thine?

The seed ye sow another reaps; The wealth ye find another keeps; The robes ye weave another wears; The arms ye forge another bears.

Men of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay ye low?