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
sweet cheer creativity
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
action laurels faster
Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
snow frost form
I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
rain rivers clouds
I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
beautiful mirrors poetry
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
positive fear moving-forward
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
life sweet love-is
All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
real men wealth
There is no real wealth but the labor of man.
beauty poetry veils
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
truth stupid may
When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid - in which case all comment is superfluous - or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.
sleep numbers slumber
Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many-they are few.
dust debt firsts
First our pleasures die - and then our hopes, and then our fears - and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust - and we die too.
truth jealous doors
The jealous keys of truth's eternal doors.
autumn wind west
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being. Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing.