11 Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes on Suffering

Percy Bysshe Shelley quotes on suffering

1. You would not easily guess All the modes of distress Which torture the tenants of earth; And the various evils, Which like so many devils, Attend the poor souls from their birth.

4. Not the swart Pariah in some Indian grove, Lone, lean, and hunted by his brother's hate, Hath drunk so deep the cup of bitter fate As that poor wretch who cannot, cannot love: He bears a load which nothing can remove, A killing, withering weight.

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!

32. Teas, Where small talk dies in agonies.

70. Thy words are like a cloud of winged snakes; And yet I pity those they torture not.

87. Me - who am as a nerve o'er which do creep The else unfelt oppressions of this earth, And was to thee the flame upon thy hearth, When all beside was cold: - that thou on me Shouldst rain these plagues of blistering agony!

88. Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong; They learn in suffering what they teach in song.

93. Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

102. And with glorious triumph, they Rode through England proud and gay, Drunk as with intoxication Of the wine of desolation.

133. Mind from its object differs most in this: Evil from good; misery from happiness; The baser from the nobler; the impure And frail, from what is clear and must endure. If you divide suffering and dross, you may Diminish till it is consumed away; If you divide pleasure and love and thought, Each part exceeds the whole; and we know not How much, while any yet remains unshared, Of pleasure may be gained, of sorrow spared: This truth is that deep well, whence sages draw The unenvied light of hope; the eternal law By which those live, to whom this world of life Is as a garden ravaged, and whose strife Tills for the promise of a later birth The wilderness of this Elysian earth.

134. Love's very pain is sweet, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.