English Romantic Lyric Poet
Percy Bysshe Shelley
English Romantic Lyric Poet
Where musing Solitude might love to lift her soul above this sphere of earthliness.
Worse than despair, worse than the bitterness of death, is hope.
Love! dearest, sweetest power! how much are we indebted to thee! How much superior are even thy miseries to the pleasures which arise from other sources!
My father Time is weak and gray with waiting for a better day; see how idiot-like he stands, fumbling with his palsied hands!
O lift me from the grass! I die! I faint! I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain on my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas! My heart beats loud and fast: O press it to thine own again, where it will break at last!
Omnipotent but friendless, is to reign.
Poetry: Love's Philosophy. The fountains mingle with the river and the rivers with the ocean, the winds of heaven mix forever with a sweet emotion; nothing in the world is single, all things by a law divine in one another's being mingle? why not I with thine? See the mountains kiss high heaven, and the waves clasp one another; no sister-flower would be forgiven if it disdain'd its brother; and the sunlight clasps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea? what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?
She is gone! She is lost to me forever! She married! Married to a clod of earth; she will become insensible herself; all those fine capabilities will molder!
That orbŠd maiden, with white fire laden, whom mortals call the moon, glides glimmering o?er my fleece-like floor by the midnight breezes strewn.
The emptiness and folly of retaliation are apparent from every example which can be brought forward? the most eminent professors of every sect of philosophy, have reasoned against this futile superstition. Legislation is, in one point of view, to be considered as an attempt to provide against the excesses of this deplorable mistake.
The nature of a narrow and malevolent spirit is so essentially incompatible with happiness as to render it inaccessible to the influences of the benignant God. All that his own perverse propensities will permit him to receive, that God abundantly pours forth upon him. If there is the slightest overbalance of happiness, which can be allotted to the most atrocious offender, consistently with the nature of things, that is rigidly made his portion by the ever-watchful Power of God. In every case, the human mind enjoys the utmost pleasure which it is capable of enjoying. God is represented by Jesus Christ as the Power from which, and through which, the streams of all that is excellent and delightful flow; the Power which models, as they pass, all the elements of this mixed universe to the purest and most perfect shape which it belongs to their nature to assume
Love, from its awful throne of patient power in the wise heart, from the last giddy hour of dread endurance, from the slippery, steep, and narrow verge of crag-like agony, springs and folds over the world its healing wings.
My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
O Nightingale, cease from thy enamored tale.
On the fast-flowing waters of the river, distorted image of the city is reflected deeply troubled in his eternal thrill twists it - and yet remain here forever. Return you... you'll be changed, but not him.
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
Should it be proved... that the mysterious principle which regulates the proceedings of the universe, is neither intelligent nor sensitive, yet it is not an inconsistency to suppose at the same time, that the animating power survives the body which it has animated, by laws as independent of any supernatural agent as those through which it first became united with it. Nor, if a future state be clearly proved, does it follow that it will be a state of punishment or reward.
The absurd and execrable doctrine of vengeance, in all its shapes, seems to have been contemplated by this great moralist with the profoundest disapprobation; nor would he permit the most venerable of names to be perverted into a sanction for the meanest and most contemptible propensities incident to the nature of man. "Love your enemies, bless those who curse you, that ye may be the sons of your Heavenly Father, who makes the sun to shine on the good and on the evil, and the rain to fall on the just and unjust." How monstrous a calumny have not impostors dared to advance against the mild and gentle author of this just sentiment, and against the whole tenor of his doctrines and his life, overflowing with benevolence and forbearance and compassion!
The encomium of one incapable of flattery is indeed flattering.
The odious and disgusting aristocracy of wealth is built upon the ruins of all that is good in chivalry or republicanism; and luxury is the forerunner of a barbarism scarcely capable of cure.
Love's Pestilence, and her slow dogs of war.
My neighbor, or my servant, or my child, has done me an injury, and it is just that he should suffer an injury in return. Such is the doctrine which Jesus Christ summoned his whole resources of persuasion to oppose. "Love your enemy, bless those who curse you:" such, he says, is the practice of God, and such must ye imitate if ye would be the children of God.
O that my spirit were yon heaven of night, which gazes on thee with its thousand eyes.
Once, early in the morning, Beelzebub arose, with care his sweet person adorning, he put on his Sunday clothes.
Poets' food is love and fame.