6 RESULTS FOR: Percy Bysshe Shelley
Rough wind, that moanest loudGrief too sad for songWild wind, when sullen cloudKnells all the night longSad storm, whose tears are vain,Bare woods, whose branches strain,Deep caves and dreary main, - Wail, for the world's wrong
Percy Bysshe ShelleyFear not for the future, weep not for the past.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyHistory is a cyclic poem written by Time upon the memories of man.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyI love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyOur sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest thoughts.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyWe look before and after, And pine for what is not Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Percy Bysshe Shelley