Percy Bysshe Shelley
Shelley, born the heir to rich estates and the son of an Member of Parliament, went to University College, Oxford in 1810, but in March of the following year he and a friend, Thomas Jefferson Hogg, were both expelled for the suspected authorship of a pamphlet entitled The Necessity of Atheism.
In 1811 he met and eloped to Edinburgh with Harriet Westbrook and, one year later, went with her and her older sister first to Dublin, then to Devon and North Wales, where they stayed for six months into 1813. However, by 1814, and with the birth of two children, their marriage had collapsed and Shelley eloped once again, this time with Mary Godwin.
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Percy Bysshe Shelley Poems
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
The fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean; The winds of heaven mix forever With a sweet emotion;
Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill Which severs those it should unite; Let us remain together still, Then it will be good night.
O World! O Life! O Time! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime?
We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon; How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver, Streaking the darkness radiantly!--yet soon Night closes round, and they are lost forever:
Ode to the West Wind
I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
To The Men Of England
Men of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay ye low? Wherefore weave with toil and care The rich robes your tyrants wear?
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head! And thou, sad Hour, selected from all years
I Arise from Dreams of Thee
I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams.
DEATH: For my dagger is bathed in the blood of the brave, I come, care-worn tenant of life, from the grave,
A Bridal Song
I. The golden gates of Sleep unbar Where Strength and Beauty, met together, Kindle their image like a star
Music, When Soft Voices Die
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken.
To A Skylark
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart
Quotationsmore quotations »
''I think that the leaf of a tree, the meanest insect on which we trample, are in themselves arguments more conclusive than any which can be adduced that some vast intellect animates Infinity.''Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), British poet. letter, Jan. 3, 1811.
It were as wise to cast a violet into a crucible that you might discover the formal principle of its colour and odour, as seek to transfuse from one language into another the creations of a poet. The ...Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), British poet. A Defence of Poetry (written 1821, published 1840).
''Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.''Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), British poet. A Defence of Poetry (written 1821, published 1840).
''Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.''Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), British poet. A Defence of Poetry (written 1821, published 1840).
''Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.''Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), British poet. A Defence of Poetry (written 1821, published 1840).
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I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: `Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear --
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal ...