Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes

Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.

You would not easily guess Attend the poor souls from their birth.

Cease, cease, wayward Mortal! I dare not unveil And the shades which surround me fly fast at its ray.

Dar’st thou amid the varied multitude To live alone, an isolated thing?

Not the swart Pariah in some Indian grove, A killing, withering weight.

Sweet the rose which lives in Heaven, Which die the while they glow.

Age cannot Love destroy, In which its vermeil splendours shine.

Here I swear, and as I break my oath may Infinity Eternity blast me, here I swear that never will I forgive Christianity! It is the only point on which I allow myself to encourage revenge... Oh, how I wish I were the Antichrist, that it were mine to crush the Demon, to hurl him to his native Hell never to rise again — I expect to gratify some of this insatiable feeling in Poetry.

I think that the leaf of a tree, the meanest insect on wh. we trample are in themselves arguments more conclusive than any which can be adduced that some vast intellect animates Infinity.