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
kings dust shining
Commerce has set the mark of selfishness, the signet of its all-enslaving power, upon a shining ore, and called it gold: before whose image bow the vulgar great, the vainly rich, the miserable proud, the mob of peasants, nobles, priests, and kings, and with blind feelings reverence the power that grinds them to the dust of misery.
flower shining age
Age cannot Love destroy, But perfidy can blast the flower, Even when in most unwary hour It blooms in Fancy's bower. Age cannot Love destroy, But perfidy can rend the shrine In which its vermeil splendours shine.
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.
again allow blast break crush encourage eternity expect feeling forgive gratify hell insatiable mine native oath point rise swear wish
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.
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.
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
weak weaker
What 'twas weak to do 'Tis weaker to lament, once being done
hate rage side
There is no sport in hate when all the rage is on one side
buried love might sweet
It might make one in love with death, to be buried in so sweet a place.