For this is the most civil sort of lie That can be given to a man's face. I now Say what I think. Percy Bysshe Shelley More Quotes by Percy Bysshe Shelley More Quotes From Percy Bysshe Shelley I am not much of a hand at love songs, you see I mingle metaphysics with even this, but perhaps in this age of Philosophy that may be excused. Percy Bysshe Shelley songphilosophyhands You are now In London, that great sea, whose ebb and flow At once is deaf and loud, and on the shore Vomits its wrecks, and still howls on for more. Yet in its depth what treasures! Percy Bysshe Shelley ebb-and-flowdepthsea This, and no other, is justice: to consider, under all the circumstances and consequences of a particular case, how the greatest quantity and purest quality of happiness will ensue from any action ... there is no other justice. Percy Bysshe Shelley qualityactionjustice Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow claspest the limits of mortality. Percy Bysshe Shelley ebb-and-flowlimitstime No man has a right to disturb the public peace, by personally resisting the execution of a law however bad. He ought to acquiesce, using at the same time the utmost powers of his reason, to promote its repeal. Percy Bysshe Shelley executionlawmen The day becomes more solemn and serene When noon is past; there is a harmony In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been! Thus let thy power, which like the truth Of nature on my passive youth Descended, to my onward life supply Its calm, to one who worships thee, And every form containing thee, Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind To fear himself, and love all human kind. Percy Bysshe Shelley autumnsummerpast Strange thoughts beget strange deeds. Percy Bysshe Shelley begetsstrangedeeds I love all waste and solitary places. Percy Bysshe Shelley solitarywastesolitude What is Love? It is that powerful attraction towards all that we conceive, or fear, or hope beyond ourselves. Percy Bysshe Shelley attractionpowerfullove I am convinced that there can be no regeneration of mankind until laughter is put down. Percy Bysshe Shelley regenerationmankindlaughter Image of rugged cliffs Percy Bysshe Shelley gone-loveslumberart Necessity, thou mother of the world! Percy Bysshe Shelley motherworld Jealousy's eyes are green. Percy Bysshe Shelley jealousygreeneye When you can discover where the fresh colors of the faded flower abide, or the music of the broken lyre, seek life among the dead. Such are the anxious and fearful contemplations of the common observer, though the popular religion often prevents him from confessing them even to himself. Percy Bysshe Shelley colorflowerbroken Here I swear, and as I break my oath may ... eternity blast me, here I swear that never will I forgive Christianity! It is the only point on which I allow myself to encourage revenge... Oh, how I wish I were the Antichrist, that it were mine to crush the Demon; to hurl him to his native Hell never to rise again - I expect to gratify some of this insatiable feeling in Poetry. Percy Bysshe Shelley crushrevengefeelings Let the blue sky overhead, The green earth on which ye tread, All that must eternal be Witness the solemnity. Percy Bysshe Shelley earthskyblue I am gone into the fields To take what this sweet hour yields; Reflection, you may come to-morrow, Sit by the fireside with Sorrow. You with the unpaid bill, Despair, You, tiresome verse-reciter, Care, I will pay you in the grave, Death will listen to your stave. Percy Bysshe Shelley yieldreflectionsweet Ah! what a divine religion might be found out if charity were really made the principle of it instead of faith. Percy Bysshe Shelley atheismprincipleslove And many an ante-natal tomb Where butterflies dream of the life to come. Percy Bysshe Shelley natalbutterflydream I cannot endure the horror, the evil, which comes to self in solitude. Percy Bysshe Shelley solitudeselfevil
