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 ShelleyWe are all Greeks. Our laws, our literature, our religion, our arts, have their root in Greece.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyI am convinced that there can be no regeneration of mankind until laughter is put down.
Percy Bysshe Shelley