The great instrument of moral good is the imagination. Percy Bysshe Shelley goodgreatimagination 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
Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness. Percy Bysshe Shelley religionselfishnesssister Change image and share on social
Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age. Percy Bysshe Shelley agebarbarousidol Change image and share on social
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar. Percy Bysshe Shelley beautyfamiliarhide Change image and share on social
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? Percy Bysshe Shelley springwinter Change image and share on social
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past. Percy Bysshe Shelley fearfuturepast Change image and share on social
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man. Percy Bysshe Shelley cyclichistoryman Change image and share on social
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory. Percy Bysshe Shelley diememorymusic Change image and share on social
