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
night black shadow
Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
atheist creating limits
It is easier to suppose that the universe has existed for all eternity than to conceive a being beyond its limits capable of creating it.
curtain grandeur heaven love seems sleeping spread stars
Heaven's ebon vault, studded with stars unutterably bright, through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, seems like a canopy which love has spread to curtain her sleeping world
fierce free maze republic struggling towards wilderness
The unquiet republic of the maze of planets, struggling fierce towards heaven's free wilderness
monarchy string ties
Monarchy is only the string that ties the robber's bundle.
kings civilization names
My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
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.
daughter ocean sky
I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die.
hope wrecks prometheus
To hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates.
hope despair bitterness
Worse than despair, Worse than the bitterness of death, is hope.
hope clay cold
Cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.
steps world lasts
O world! O life! O time! On whose last steps I climb