Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe
Shelley
1792
1822

English Romantic Lyric Poet

Author Quotes

Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird.

Peter was dull; he was at first Dull;? Oh, so dull ? so very dull! Whether he talked, wrote, or rehearsed ? Still with his dullness was he cursed ? Dull ? beyond all conception ? dull.

Rough wind, that moanest loud Grief too sad for song; Wild wind, when sullen cloud Knells all the night long; Sad storm, whose tears are vain, Bare woods, whose branches strain, Deep caves and dreary main, - Wail, for the world's wrong!

Tacitus says, that the Jews held God to be something eternal and supreme, neither subject to change nor to decay; therefore, they permit no statues in their cities or their temples. The universal Being can only be described or defined by negatives which deny his subjection to the laws of all inferior existences. Where indefiniteness ends, idolatry and anthropomorphism begin.

The dust of creeds outworn.

The lone couch of his everlasting sleep.

Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains, and feeds her grief.

Most musical of mourners, weep again!

Now all the tree-tops lay asleep, like green waves on the sea, as still as in the silent deep the ocean-woods may be.

Oh that simplicity and innocence its own unvalued work so seldom knows!

Poet of nature, thou hast wept to know that things depart which never may return: childhood and youth, friendship and love's first glow, have fled like sweet dreams, leaving thee to mourn. These common woes I feel. One loss is mine which thou too feel'st, yet I alone deplore. Thou wert as a lone star, whose light did shine on some frail bark in winter's midnight roar: thou hast like to a rock-built refuge stood above the blind and battling multitude: in honored poverty thy voice did weave songs consecrate to truth and liberty,-- deserting these, thou leavest me to grieve, thus having been, that thou shouldst cease to be.

Rulers, who neither see, nor feel, nor know, but leech-like to their fainting country cling, till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow, - a people starved and stabbed in the untilled field...

Teach me half the gladness that thy brain must know, such harmonious madness from my lips would flow the world should listen then ? as I am listening now.

The earth doth like a snake renew

The moon of Mahomet Arose, and it shall set: while, blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon, the cross leads generations on.

Love is like understanding, that grows bright, gazing on many truths; 'tis like thy light, imagination! Which from earth and sky, and from the depths of human phantasy, as from a thousand prisms and mirrors, fills the universe with glorious beams, and kills error, the worm, with many a sun-like arrow of its reverberated lightning.

Most wretched men are cradled into poetry by wrong; they learn in suffering what they teach in song.

O heart, and mind, and thoughts! what thing do you hope to inherit in the grave below?

Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

Poetry strips the veil of familiarity from the world, and lays bare the naked and sleeping beauty which is the spirit of its forms.

See the mountains kiss high Heaven and the waves clasp one another; no sister-flower would be forgiven if it disdained its brother; and the sunlight clasps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea - what is all this sweet work worth if thou kiss not me?

Teas, where small talk dies in agonies.

The empire of evil spirits extends not beyond the boundaries of the grave. The unobscured irradiations from the fountain-fire of all goodness shall reveal all that is mysterious and unintelligible, until the mutual communications of knowledge and of happiness throughout all thinking natures, constitute a harmony of good that ever varies and never ends.

The natural philosopher, in addition to the sensations common to all men inspired by the event of death, believes that he sees with more certainty that it is attended with the annihilation of sentiment and thought. He observes the mental powers increase and fade with those of the body, and even accommodate themselves to the most transitory changes of our physical nature. Sleep suspends many of the faculties of the vital and intellectual principle; drunkenness and disease will either temporarily or permanently derange them. Madness or idiotcy may utterly extinguish the most excellent and delicate of those powers. In old age the mind gradually withers; and as it grew and was strengthened with the body, so does it together with the body sink into decrepitude. Assuredly these are convincing evidences that so soon as the organs of the body are subjected to the laws of inanimate matter, sensation, and perception, and apprehension are at an end.

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!

Author Picture
First Name
Percy Bysshe
Last Name
Shelley
Birth Date
1792
Death Date
1822
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English Romantic Lyric Poet