Quotes by Shelley, Percy Bysshe

Here I swear, and as I break my oath may eternity blast me, here I swe >>

Their errors have been weighed and found to have been dust in the bala >>

Man's yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mu >>

Quotations about Seasons

One of the joys our technological civilization has lost is the excitem >>

Spring is when you feel like whistling even with a shoe full of slush. >>

Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, ta >>

January gray is here, like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, march with grief doth howl and rave, and April weeps -- but, O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.

Shelley, Percy Bysshe