What did Percy Bysshe Shelley mean by: That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon. - Percy Bysshe Shelley Poet · England Copy
+ Image of rugged cliffs And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Art, 0 - Percy Bysshe Shelley Poet · England
+ Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Faults, Nature, Punishment, 0 - Percy Bysshe Shelley Poet · England
+ I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Love, Solitude, Wise, 0 - Percy Bysshe Shelley Poet · England
+ Worse than despair, Worse than the bitterness of death, is hope. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Bitterness, Despair, Hope, 0 - Percy Bysshe Shelley Poet · England
+ Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Action, Faster, Laurels, 0 - Percy Bysshe Shelley Poet · England
+ Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar? Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Music, Piano, 0 - Percy Bysshe Shelley Poet · England
+ Fate,Time,Occasion,Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Destiny, Fate, Time, 0 - Percy Bysshe Shelley Poet · England
+ All high poetry is infinite; it is as the first acorn, which contained all oaks potentially. Feraz Zeid, December 23, 2023January 10, 2024, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Poetry, 0 - Percy Bysshe Shelley Poet · England
The heart desires, the hand refrains. The Godhead fires, the soul attains. - William Morris Designer · England
Books can ignite fires in your mind, because they carry ideas for kindling, and art for matches. - Gary D. Schmidt Author
It’s the hour when night breaks away from the day, my dove, let me go. - Jean Genet Playwright · France
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face? - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Blot out the moon, Pull down the stars. Love in the dark, for we’re for the dark So soon, so soon. - Jean Rhys Writer · Dominica
