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Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes - Page 12

It is our will That thus enchains us to permitted ill. We might be otherwise, we might be all We dream of happy, high, majestical. Where is the love, beauty and truth we seek, But in our mind? and if we were not weak, Should we be less in deed than in desire?

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Donald H. Reiman, Michael O'Neill (1985). “Fair-copy Manuscripts of Shelley's Poems in European and American Libraries: Including Percy Bysshe Shelley's Holographs and Copies in the Hand of Mary W. Shelley, Located in the United States, England, Scotland, Ireland, and Switzerland, as Well as the Holograph Draft of Keats's Robin Hood”, p.219, Taylor & Francis

Dar'st thou amid the varied multitude To live alone, an isolated thing?

Percy Bysshe Shelley (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (Illustrated)”, p.216, Delphi Classics

There is no sport in hate where all the rage Is on one side.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1830). “The Beauties of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Consisting of Miscellaneous Selections from His Poetical Works. The Entire Poems of Adonais and Alastor, and a Revised Edition of Queen Mab, Free from All the Objectionable Passages. With a Biographical Preface”, p.32

The breath Of accusation kills an innocent name, And leaves for lame acquittal the poor life, Which is a mask without it.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1994). “The Selected Poetry and Prose of Shelley”, p.367, Wordsworth Editions

Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and this must be Our chastisement or recompense.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (Illustrated)”, p.831, Delphi Classics

Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!

"Julian and Maddalo" l. 57 (1818)

Power, like a desolating pestilence, Pollutes whate'er it touches; and obedience, Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth, Makes slaves of men, and of the human frame A mechanized automaton.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Percy Bysshe Shelley, John Keats (1829). “The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume”

What do you think? Young women of rank eat - you will never guess what - garlick!

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1912). “The Letters of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Containing Material Never Before Collected”

The cloud shadows of midnight possess their own repose.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1874). “The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley; Essays, Letters from Abroad, Translations and Fragments”, p.193

The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats, tho' unseen, amongst us.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (2012). “The Complete Poetry of Percy Bysshe Shelley”, p.73, JHU Press