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
monarchy string ties
Monarchy is only the string that ties the robber's bundle.
awakened doth dream hath life lost phantoms sleep stormy
Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep -- he hath awakened from the dream of life -- 'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep with phantoms an unprofitable strife.
saddest songs sweetest
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thoughts.
endure yesterday
Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.
kings repose rise worship
Kings are like stars, - they rise and set, they have - The worship of the world, but no repose
feats johnny savage
Who killed Johnny Keats? "I," said the Quarterly, "So savage and tartarly, 'Twas one of my feats
grief returns revolving winter
Winter is come and gone,But grief returns with the revolving year.
drink eat endless flesh host ladylike luxuries tea though
Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine, Yet let's be merry; we'll have tea and toast; Custards for supper, and an endless host Of syllabubs and jellies and mince-pies, And other such ladylike luxuries
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.
laughter pain pine saddest sincerest songs sweetest
We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought
again allow blast break crush encourage eternity expect feeling forgive gratify hell insatiable mine native oath point rise swear wish
Here I swear, and as I break my oath may eternity blast me, here I swear that never will I forgive Christianity! It is the only point on which I allow myself to encourage revenge. Oh, how I wish I were the Antichrist, that it were mine to crush the Demon; to hurl him to his native Hell never to rise again / I expect to gratify some of this insatiable feeling in Poetry.
bird full hail heart near thou thy
Hail to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art
less names peculiar
Every epoch, under names more or less specious, has deified its peculiar errors.