Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams Beside a pumice isle in Baiæ's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyKings are like stars,-they rise and set, they have The worship of the world, but no repose.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyTheir errors have been weighed and found to have been dust in the balance; if their sins were as scarlet, they are now white as snow: they have been washed in the blood of the mediator and the redeemer, Time.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyThe same means that have supported every other popular belief have supported Christianity. War, imprisonment, and falsehood; deeds of unexampled and incomparable atrocity have made it what it is.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyWhen the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead - When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed.
Percy Bysshe Shelley