The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats though unseen among us; visiting This various world with as inconstant wing As summer winds that creep from flower to flower; Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower, It visits with inconstant glance Each human heart and countenance; Like hues and harmonies of evening, Like clouds in starlight widely spread, Like memory of music fled, Like aught that for its grace may be Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery.
I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire! - Percy Bysshe Shelley
I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams.
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Sometimes it's better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers' lips. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sometimes it's better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
Strange thoughts beget strange deeds. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, - but it returneth! - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, - but it returneth!
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