Narrow The heart that loves, the brain that contemplates, The life that wears, the spirit that creates One object, and one form, and builds thereby A sepulchre for its eternity.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyMy name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Percy Bysshe ShelleyEvery fanatic or enemy of virtue is not at liberty to misrepresent the greatest geniuses and most heroic defenders of all that is valuable in this mortal world.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyMan's yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyOne word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdain'd For thee to disdain it. One hope too like dispair For prudence to smother, I can give not what men call love: But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And heaven rejects not: The desire of the moth for the star, The devotion of something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?
Percy Bysshe Shelley