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?

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.

Less oft peace in Shelley’s mind, Than calm in waters seen.

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.