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
beautiful spirit
A pard-like spirit, beautiful and swift.
wisdom found mankind
Truth has always been found to promote the best interests of mankind.
paradise exile
Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!
wall lying ocean
Underneath Day's azure eyes, Ocean's nursling, Venice lies, A peopled labyrinth of walls, Amphitrite's destined halls
thinking garlic young
What do you think? Young women of rank eat - you will never guess what - garlick!
life rivers fields
I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
sweet spring winter
[L]ike thee to those in sorrow, Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow To the rough year just awake In its cradle on the brake. The brightest hour of unborn Spring, Through the winter wandering, Found, it seems, the halcyon Morn To hoar February born.
sea heaven mountain
February... Bending from Heaven, in azure mirth, It kissed the forehead of the Earth, And smiled upon the silent sea, And bade the frozen streams be free, And waked to music all their fountains, And breathed upon the frozen mountains...
night clouds shadow
The cloud shadows of midnight possess their own repose...
moon night white
That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon.
dark blue sea
Far clouds of feathery gold, Shaded with deepest purple, gleam Like islands on a dark blue sea.
men numbers thrones
...What are numbers knit By force or custom? Man who man would be, Must rule the empire of himself; in it Must be supreme, establishing his throne On vanquished will, quelling the anarchy Of hopes and fears, being himself alone.
agony tea small-talk
Teas, Where small talk dies in agonies.
power pestilence
Power, like a desolating pestilence, pollutes whatever it touches.