In the firm expectation that when London shall be a habitation of bitterns, when St. Paul and Westminster Abbey shall stand shapeless and nameless ruins in the midst of an unpeopled marsh, when the piers of Waterloo Bridge shall become the nuclei of islets of reeds and osiers, and cast the jagged shadows of their broken arches on the solitary stream, some Transatlantic commentator will be weighing in the scales of some new and now unimagined system of criticism the respective merits of the Bells and the Fudges and their historians.
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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