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 secret going-out
The great secret of morals is Love; or a going out of our own nature, and an identification of ourselves with the beautiful which exists in thought, action, or person, not our own.
beautiful spirit
A pard-like spirit, beautiful and swift.
beautiful mirrors poetry
A story of particular facts is a mirror which obscures and distorts that which should be beautiful; poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which it distorts.
beautiful kings revenge
Peace is in the grave. The grave hides all things beautiful and good. I am a God and cannot find it there, Nor would I seek it; for, though dread revenge, This is defeat, fierce king, not victory.
beautiful flower heart
For the Sensitive Plant has no bright flower; Radiance and odour are not its dower; It loves, even like Love, its deep heart is full, It desires what it has not, the beautiful.
beautiful sunset land
How beautiful is sunset when the glow Of Heaven descends upon a land like thee, Thou Paradise of exiles, Italy!
beautiful mirrors poetry
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
beautiful pain men
The great secret of morals is love; or a going out of our nature, and an identification of ourselves with the beautiful which exists in thought, action, or person, not our own. A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasure of his species must become his own. The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
love life beautiful
Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
earth kiss kisses-and-kissing sunlight thou worth
The sunlight claps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What are all these kissings worth If thou kiss not me?
less names peculiar
Every epoch, under names more or less specious, has deified its peculiar errors.
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.
endure yesterday
Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.