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
miracle world admiration
Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle.
stars kings world
Kings are like stars,-they rise and set, they have The worship of the world, but no repose.
rivers decay world
Worlds on worlds are rolling ever From creation to decay, Like the bubbles on a river Sparkling, bursting, borne away.
mother world
Necessity, thou mother of the world!
sleep soul world
Some say that gleams of a remoter world Visit the soul in sleep — that death is slumber, And that its shapes the busy thoughts outnumber Of those who wake and live.
steps world lasts
O world! O life! O time! On whose last steps I climb
life poetry world
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
law why-not world
Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?
atheist world ifs
If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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.