A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Chameleons feed on light and air: Poets food is love and fame. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
A poet, as he is the author to others of the highest wisdom, pleasure, virtue, and glory, so he ought personally to… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present; the words… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
It were as wise to cast a violet into a crucible that you might discover the formal principle of its color and… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Poetry is not like reasoning, a power to be exerted according to the determination of the will. A man cannot say, 'I… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The mind in creation is as a fading coal, which some invisible influence, like an inconstant wind, awakens to transitory brightness; this… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- Now lending splendour, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share
“Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine, Yet let's be merry; we'll have tea and toast; Custards for supper, and an endless… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Titles are tinsel, power a corrupter, glorya bubble, and excessive wealth a libel on its possessor. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Poets and philosophers are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.” — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Dar'st thou amid the varied multitude To live alone, an isolated thing? — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, where art thou gone?… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I love tranquil solitude, And such society As is quiet, wise, and good; Between thee and me What difference? but thou dost possess The… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
