The viewless and invisible Consequence
Watches thy goings-out, and comings-in,
And...hovers o'er thy guilty sleep,
Unveiling every new-born deed, and thoughts
...
We look before and after, And pine for what is not Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken.
We are all Greeks. Our laws, our literature, our religion, our arts, have their root in Greece.
I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
Agd64341: “our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.” –percy bysshe shelley
Joesmithreally: "poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world." - percy bysshe shelley's 1821 essay ‘a defence of poetry.’ setting aside the self-serving hubris of a poet, imagine dreaming of such a thing. or, better yet: imagine a world in which poetry governed politics.
Tevfikacar797: “our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.” –percy bysshe shelley
Doriiyoun: [명언]if winter comes, can spring be far behind? (percy bysshe shelley)
_rob_scott: an excellent book on percy bysshe shelley's weird materialism and 'the weakness of the actual'--a very deserving finalist for the university english prize. here's my review from last year: