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
men community chance
Every man, in proportion to his virtue, considers himself, with respect to the great community of mankind, as the steward and guardian of their interests in the property which he chances to possess. Every man, in proportion to his wisdom, sees the manner in which it is his duty to employ the resources which the consent of mankind has intrusted to his discretion.
love powerful community
Thou demandest what is love? It is that powerful attraction towards all that we conceive, or fear, or hope beyond ourselves, when we find within our own thoughts the chasm of an insufficient void, and seek to awaken in all things that are, a community with what we experience within ourselves.
community ruins mankind
The great community of mankind had been subdivided into ten thousand communities, each organized for the ruin of the other.
night black shadow
Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
atheist creating limits
It is easier to suppose that the universe has existed for all eternity than to conceive a being beyond its limits capable of creating it.
saddest songs sweetest
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thoughts.
die fly hope life love truth
Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, -- but it returneth.
endure yesterday
Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.
feats johnny savage
Who killed Johnny Keats? "I," said the Quarterly, "So savage and tartarly, 'Twas one of my feats
awakened doth dream hath life lost phantoms sleep stormy
Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep -- he hath awakened from the dream of life -- 'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep with phantoms an unprofitable strife.
grief returns revolving winter
Winter is come and gone,But grief returns with the revolving year.
far
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
drink eat endless flesh host ladylike luxuries tea though
Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine, Yet let's be merry; we'll have tea and toast; Custards for supper, and an endless host Of syllabubs and jellies and mince-pies, And other such ladylike luxuries
learn song suffering teach
They learn in suffering what they teach in song