Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon. Percy Bysshe Shelley More Quotes by Percy Bysshe Shelley More Quotes From Percy Bysshe Shelley History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man. Percy Bysshe Shelley menmemorieshistory I have made my bed Percy Bysshe Shelley trophiesrecordsblack When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven. Percy Bysshe Shelley souljoyheaven Love's very pain is sweet Percy Bysshe Shelley painsweet a single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought Percy Bysshe Shelley sparkssingle-wordmay Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle. Percy Bysshe Shelley admirationmiracleworld Are we not formed, as notes of music are, Percy Bysshe Shelley notes-musicpianomusic 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! Percy Bysshe Shelley autumnsummerfall Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself. Percy Bysshe Shelley empireswould-bemen War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade. Percy Bysshe Shelley gameswarpeace Heaven's ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world. Percy Bysshe Shelley starssleeplove I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire! Percy Bysshe Shelley Familiar acts are beautiful through love. Percy Bysshe Shelley beautifullovelife Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear! Percy Bysshe Shelley spiritartmoving Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory. Percy Bysshe Shelley musicvoicememories Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone. Percy Bysshe Shelley blackshadownight Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth. Percy Bysshe Shelley honourhonor Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O, wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? Percy Bysshe Shelley winterspringwind I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers. Percy Bysshe Shelley fieldsriverslife There Is No God. This negation must be understood solely to affect a creative Deity. The hypothesis of a pervading Spirit co-eternal with the universe remains unshaken. Percy Bysshe Shelley deitiescreativespirit
