Quotes by 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 |
| Fear not for the future, weep not for the past. |
| History is a cyclic poem written by Time upon the memories of man. |
| I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good. |
| Our sweetest songs are those that tell the saddest thoughts. |
| We 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. |
