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Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes - Page 9

Sow seed--but let no tyrant reap; Find wealth--let no imposter heap; Weave robes--let not the idle wear; Forge arms--in your defence to bear.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1874). “The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley; Essays, Letters from Abroad, Translations and Fragments”, p.247

Reviewers, with some rare exceptions, are a most stupid and malignant race. As a bankrupt thief turns thief-taker in despair, so an unsuccessful author turns critic.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (Illustrated)”, p.946, Delphi Classics

For this is the most civil sort of lie That can be given to a man's face. I now Say what I think.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin Shelley (1855). “The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: In Three Volumes”, p.391

The babe is at peace within the womb, the corpse is at rest within the tomb. We begin in what we end.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Geoffrey Matthews, Kelvin Everest (1989). “The Poems of Shelley: 1817-1819”, p.711, Pearson Education

In the infancy of society every author is necessarily a poet

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley (1840). “A defence of poetry. Essay on the literature, arts, and manners of the Athenians. Preface to the Banquet of Plato. The banquet”, p.28

But hope will make thee young, for Hope and Youth Are children of one mother, even Love.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1853). “The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Complete in One Volume”, p.151

Truth has always been found to promote the best interests of mankind.

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Donald H. Reiman, Neil Fraistat (2004). “The Complete Poetry of Percy Bysshe Shelley”, p.626, JHU Press

How wonderful is death! Death and his brother sleep.

'The Daemon of the World' part 1, l. 1 (a revision of the opening lines of 'Queen Mab')

Obedience indeed is only the pitiful and cowardly egotism of him who thinks that he can do something better than reason.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1994). “The Selected Poetry and Prose of Shelley”, p.92, Wordsworth Editions

Worse than despair, Worse than the bitterness of death, is hope.

Percy Bysshe Shelley (2012). “The Complete Poetry of Percy Bysshe Shelley”, p.1114, JHU Press

How beautiful is sunset when the glow Of Heaven descends upon a land like thee, Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Geoffrey Matthews, Kelvin Everest (1989). “The Poems of Shelley: 1817-1819”, p.666, Pearson Education