Percy Bysshe Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelleywas one of the major English Romantic poets, and is regarded by some as among the finest lyric, as well as epic, poets in the English language. A radical in his poetry as well as in his political and social views, Shelley did not see fame during his lifetime, but recognition for his poetry grew steadily following his death. Shelley was a key member of a close circle of visionary poets and writers that included Lord Byron; Leigh...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth4 August 1792
marriage thinking mind
Yes, marriage is hateful, detestable. A kind of ineffable, sickening disgust seizes my mind when I think of this most despotic, most unrequited fetter which prejudice has forged to confine its energies.
beautiful mirrors poetry
A story of particular facts is a mirror which obscures and distorts that which should be beautiful; poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which it distorts.
forgiveness dust blood
Their errors have been weighed and found to have been dust in the balance; if their sins were as scarlet, they are now white as snow: they have been washed in the blood of the mediator and the redeemer, Time.
together divides
No more let life divide what death can join together.
needs hypothesis proof
God is a hypothesis, and, as such, stands in need of proof; the onus probandi rests on the theist.
inquiry crime forgiven
The crime of inquiry is one which religion never has forgiven.
soul hug lips
Sometimes it's better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
birth virtue crime
... Virtue owns a more eternal foe Than Force or Fraud: old Custom, legal Crime, And bloody Faith the foulest birth of Time.
ambition two mad
When merciless ambition, or mad zeal, has led two hosts of dupes to battlefield, That, blind, they there may dig each other's graves, And call the sad work glory...
time chained imprisonment
But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart!
power pestilence
Power, like a desolating pestilence, pollutes whatever it touches.
beautiful sunset land
How beautiful is sunset when the glow Of Heaven descends upon a land like thee, Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!
war past men
But Greece and her foundations are Built below the tide of war, Based on the crystalline sea Of thought and its eternity; Her citizens, imperial spirits, Rule the present from the past, On all this world of men inherits Their seal is set.
names echoes slavery
What is Freedom? ye can tell That which slavery is, too well For its very name has grown To an echo of your own.