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
time gone done
The flood of time is rolling on; We stand upon its brink, whilst they are gone To glide in peace down death's mysterious stream. Have ye done well?
time fate eternal-love
Fate,Time,Occasion,Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
time father hands
My father Time is weak and gray With waiting for a better day; See how idiot-like he stands, Fumbling with his palsied hands!
time ebb-and-flow limits
Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow claspest the limits of mortality.
time chained imprisonment
But I am chained to Time, and cannot thence depart!
life time glasses
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of eternity.
time flower grief
January gray is here, like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, march with grief doth howl and rave, and April weeps -- but, O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers.
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.