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
life time glasses
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of eternity.
tolerance merit crime
It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
life fall clouds
Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
heart brain spirit
Narrow The heart that loves, the brain that contemplates, The life that wears, the spirit that creates One object, and one form, and builds thereby A sepulchre for its eternity.
life poetry world
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
imagination moral instruments
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
law why-not world
Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?
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.
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?
kings civilization names
My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
atheist world ifs
If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
time flower grief
January gray is here, like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, march with grief doth howl and rave, and April weeps -- but, O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.
grief winter years
Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year.
notes-music notes
Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?