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
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Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things.
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Poetry, in a general sense, may be defined to be 'the expression of the imagination': and poetry is connate with the origin of man.
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Whatever strengthens and purifies the affections, enlarges the imagination, and adds spirit to sense, is useful.
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We live and move and think; but we are not the creators of our own origin and existence. We are not the arbiters of every motion of our own complicated nature; we are not the masters of our own imaginations and moods of mental being.
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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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The sunlight claps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What are all these kissings worth If thou kiss not me?
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Every epoch, under names more or less specious, has deified its peculiar errors.
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Who killed Johnny Keats? "I," said the Quarterly, "So savage and tartarly, 'Twas one of my feats
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Winter is come and gone,But grief returns with the revolving year.
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Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.
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Here I swear, and as I break my oath may eternity blast me, here I swear that never will I forgive Christianity! It is the only point on which I allow myself to encourage revenge. Oh, how I wish I were the Antichrist, that it were mine to crush the Demon; to hurl him to his native Hell never to rise again / I expect to gratify some of this insatiable feeling in Poetry.
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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.
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Monarchy is only the string that ties the robber's bundle.
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Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken