Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes About Eyes

Quotes about: Eyes

• ... a wild dissolving bliss
  Over my frame he breathed, approaching near,
  And bent his eyes of kindling tenderness
  Near mine, and on my lips impressed a lingering kiss

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Eye, Kissing, Romantic Love

  Percy Bysshe Shelley (1836). “The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Comprising Queen Mab, The Revolt of Islam, The Cenci...”, p.85

• If we reason, we would be understood; if we imagine, we would that the airy children of our brain were born anew within another's; if we feel, we would that another's nerves should vibrate to our own, that the beams of their eyes should kindle at once and mix and melt into our own, that lips of motionless ice should not reply to lips quivering and burning with the heart's best blood. This is Love.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Love, Children, Eye

  Percy Bysshe Shelley (1874). “The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley”

• Underneath Day's azure eyes, Ocean's nursling, Venice lies, A peopled labyrinth of walls, Amphitrite's destined halls

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Wall, Lying, Ocean

  'Lines written amongst the Euganean Hills' (1818) l. 90

• I was an infant when my mother went To see an atheist burned. She took me there. The dark-robed priests were met around the pile; The multitude was gazing silently; And as the culprit passed with dauntless mien, Tempered disdain in his unaltering eye, Mixed with a quiet smile, shone calmly forth; The thirsty fire crept round his manly limbs; His resolute eyes were scorched to blindness soon; His death-pang rent my heart! the insensate mob Uttered a cry of triumph, and I wept. Weep not, child! cried my mother, for that man Has said, 'There is no God.'

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Mother, Atheist, Children

  Percy Bysshe Shelley (2004). “The Complete Poetry of Percy Bysshe Shelley”, p.429, JHU Press

• There is eloquence in the tongueless wind, and a melody in the flowing brooks and the rustling of the reeds beside them, which by their inconceivable relation to something within the soul, awaken the spirits to a dance of breathless rapture, and bring tears of mysterious tenderness to the eyes, like the enthusiasm of patriotic success, or the voice of one beloved singing to you alone.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Patriotic, Eye, Wind

  Percy Bysshe Shelley (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (Illustrated)”, p.1818, Delphi Classics

• (Title: To the Moon) Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth,-- And ever-changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Art, Stars, Eye

  'To the Moon'

• Human vanity is so constituted that it stiffens before difficulties. The more an object conceals itself from our eyes, the greater the effort we make to seize it, because it pricks our pride, it excites our curiosity and it appears interesting. In fighting for his God everyone, in fact, fights only for the interest of his own vanity, which, of all the passions produced bye the mal-organization of society, is the quickest to take offense, and the most capable of committing the greatest follies.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Atheist, Passion, Eye

  Percy Bysshe Shelley (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (Illustrated)”, p.1810, Delphi Classics

• Think ye by gazing on each other's eyes To multiply your lovely selves?

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Eye, Thinking, Self

  Percy Bysshe Shelley (1861). “The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley. Complete in One Volume”, p.231

• Jealousy's eyes are green.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Jealousy, Eye, Green

  Percy Bysshe Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin Shelley (1855). “The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: In Three Volumes”, p.236

• And many more Destructions played In this ghastly masquerade, All disguised, even to the eyes, Like Bishops, lawyers, peers, or spies.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Eye, Spy, Bishops

  Percy Bysshe Shelley (1840). “The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley”, p.231

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