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
poetry firsts acorns
All high poetry is infinite; it is as the first acorn, which contained all oaks potentially.
sparks may single-word
a single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought
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.
compassion suffering deeds
For there are deeds which have no form, sufferings which have no tongue.
romantic good-night goodnight
To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night.
death dust burning
Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.
heart hands bloody
Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
heart mind graves
O heart, and mind, and thoughts! what thing do you Hope to inherit in the grave below?
heart lamps my-heart
Within my heart is the lamp of love, And that is day!
pain joy chaos
Joy, once lost, is pain
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.
honor honour
Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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.
nature kissing night
A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like leaves to the light, and closed them beneath the kisses of night.