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
hate rage side
There is no sport in hate when all the rage is on one side
death pain hate
He has outsoared the shadow of our night; envy and calumny and hate and pain, and that unrest which men miscall delight, can touch him not and torture not again; from the contagion of the world's slow stain, he is secure.
hate past men
O cease! must hate and death return, Cease! must men kill and die? Cease! drain not to its dregs the urn Of bitter prophecy. The world is weary of the past, Oh, might it die or rest at last!
sports hate sides
There is no sport in hate where all the rage Is on one side.
love brother hate
Not the swart Pariah in some Indian grove, Lone, lean, and hunted by his brother's hate, Hath drunk so deep the cup of bitter fate As that poor wretch who cannot, cannot love: He bears a load which nothing can remove, A killing, withering weight.
less names peculiar
Every epoch, under names more or less specious, has deified its peculiar errors.
weak weaker
What 'twas weak to do 'Tis weaker to lament, once being done
monarchy string ties
Monarchy is only the string that ties the robber's bundle.
soft sweet violets voices within
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken
against beauty blasphemy brings corruption devours divine english-poet forever forth monster society
Obscenity, which is ever blasphemy against the divine beauty in life... is a monster for which the corruption of society forever brings forth new food, which it devours in secret.
endure yesterday
Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.
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.
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.
saddest songs sweetest
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thoughts.