Underneath Day’s azure eyes, Ocean’s nursling, Venice lies, A peopled labyrinth of — Percy Bysshe Shelley
O heart, and mind, and thoughts! what thing do you Hope to inherit in the grave below? — Percy Bysshe Shelley
What do you think? Young women of rank eat – you will never guess what – garlick! — Percy Bysshe Shelley
Man’s yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability. — Percy Bysshe Shelley
A Christian, a Deist, a Turk, and a Jew, have equal rights: they are men and brethren. — Percy Bysshe Shelley
But hope will make thee young, for Hope and Youth Are children of one mother, even Love. — Percy Bysshe Shelley
Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: — Percy Bysshe Shelley