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
writing poetry mind
Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
political poetry moral
I consider poetry very subordinate to moral and political science.
men poetry virtue
A poet, as he is the author to others of the highest wisdom, pleasure, virtue, and glory, so he ought personally to be the happiest, the best, the wisest, and the most illustrious of men.
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.
life poetry world
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
poetry firsts acorns
All high poetry is infinite; it is as the first acorn, which contained all oaks potentially.
beautiful mirrors poetry
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
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.
lightning poetry-is
Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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.