See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea - What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
Percy Bysshe ShelleyAnd on the pedestal these words appear:โจ 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:โจ Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' โจNothing beside remains. Round the decayโจ Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bareโจ The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyA poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds; his auditors are as men entranced by the melody of an unseen musician, who feel that they are moved and softened, yet know not whence or why.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyAh! what a divine religion might be found out if charity were really made the principle of it instead of faith.
Percy Bysshe Shelley