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
morning midnight may
...Ere midnight’s frown and morning’s smile, ere thou and peace may meet.
honor honour
Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
pain writing names
I have neither curiosity, interest, pain nor pleasure, in anything, good or evil, they can say of me. I feel only a slight disgust, and a sort of wonder that they presume to write my name.
pain joy chaos
Joy, once lost, is pain
mistake self-improvement youth
All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
truth jealous doors
The jealous keys of truth's eternal doors.
dream sweet feet
I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me- who knows how? To thy chamber-window, Sweet!
wise men selfishness
Before man can be free, and equal, and truly wise, he must cast aside the chains of habit and superstition; he must strip sensuality of its pomp, and selfishness of its excuses, and contemplate actions and objects as they really are.
wise prayer doubt
If he is infinitely good, what reason should we have to fear him? If he is infinitely wise, what doubts should we have concerning our future? If he knows all, why warn him of our needs and fatigue him with our prayers? If he is everywhere, why erect temples to him? If he is just, why fear that he will punish the creatures that he has filled with weaknesses?
snow frost form
I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
kings names despair
And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.
poetry firsts acorns
All high poetry is infinite; it is as the first acorn, which contained all oaks potentially.
compassion suffering deeds
For there are deeds which have no form, sufferings which have no tongue.
creative deities spirit
There Is No God. This negation must be understood solely to affect a creative Deity. The hypothesis of a pervading Spirit co-eternal with the universe remains unshaken.