History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man. Percy Bysshe Shelley cyclichistoryman Change image and share on social
There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been! Percy Bysshe Shelley autumnharmonyhear Change image and share on social
The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself. Percy Bysshe Shelley pleasuresorrowsweet Change image and share on social
All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth. Percy Bysshe Shelley expiatefollymanhood Change image and share on social
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind? Percy Bysshe Shelley springwindwinter Change image and share on social
Obscenity, which is ever blasphemy against the divine beauty in life, is a monster for which the corruption of society forever brings forth new food, which it devours in secret. Percy Bysshe Shelley beautyblasphemybring Change image and share on social
