Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes

And like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapped in a gauzy veil.

Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth, Wandering companion less Among the stars that have a different birth, And ever-changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?

Swiftly walk o’er the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, Swift be thy flight!

I pursued a maiden and clasped a reed: Gods and men, we are all deluded thus! It breaks in our bosom and then we bleed.

And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine, Green cow bind and the moonlight-coloured may.

Daisies, those pearled Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets.