4 Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes on Comfort

Percy Bysshe Shelley quotes on comfort

30. O lift me from the grass! I die! I faint! I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas! My heart beats loud and fast: O press it to thine own again, Where it will break at last!

55. How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep!

149. Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep - He hath awakened from the dream of life.

189. We die, says Jesus Christ; and, when we awaken from the languor of disease, the glories and the happiness of Paradise are around us. All evil and pain have ceased for ever. Our happiness also corresponds with, and is adapted to, the nature of what is most excellent in our being. We see God, and we see that he is good. How delightful a picture, even if it be not true! How magnificent is the conception which this bold theory suggests to the contemplation, even if it be no more than the imagination of some sublimest and most holy poet, who, impressed with the loveliness and majesty of his own nature, is impatient and discontented with the narrow limits which this imperfect life and the dark grave have assigned for ever as his melancholy portion. It is not to be believed that Hell, or punishment, was the conception of this daring mind. It is not to be believed that the most prominent group of this picture, which is framed so heart-moving and lovely - the accomplishment of all human hope, the extinction of all morbid fear and anguish - would consist of millions of sensitive beings enduring, in every variety of torture which Omniscient vengeance could invent, immortal agony.