When my cats aren't happy, I'm not happy. Not because I care about their mood...
The beauty of the internal nature cannot be so far concealed by its accidental vesture,...
#Percy Bysshe Shelley
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live...
Obedience indeed is only the pitiful and cowardly egotism of him who thinks that he...
In the infancy of society every author is necessarily a poet
Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city
Heaven's ebon vault, studded with stars unutterably bright, through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls,...
The moon of Mahomet Arose, and it shall set; While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal...
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past
All spirits are enslaved which serve things evil
All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or...
War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, The lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade.
Kings are like stars, - they rise and set, they have - The worship of...
We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With...
Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own...
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects...