“Poets and philosophers are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.” — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“We—are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar; Such difference without discord, as can make Those… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“The distinction between poets and prose writers is a vulgar error.” — 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
“Hence the vanity of translation; it were as wise to cast a violet into a crucible that you might discover the formal… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“All things exist as they are perceived: at least in relation to the percipient. 'The mind is its own place, and of… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still… — 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, the best of them, are a very chameleonic race; they take the colour not only of what they feed on, but… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Ozymandias" I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert.… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds; his auditors are… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong: They learn in suffering what they teach in song. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Reading does not occupy me enough: the only relief I find springs from the composition of poetry, which necessitates contemplations that lift… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
I am gone into the fields To take what this sweet hour yields; Reflection, you may come to-morrow, Sit by the fireside… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“I can give not what men call love; But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the heavens… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
“The fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean; The winds of heaven mix forever, With a sweet emotion;… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Poetry Love's Philosophy The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
All high poetry is infinite; it is as the first acorn, which contained all oaks potentially. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Poetry strengthens that faculty which is the organ of the moral nature of man, in the same manner as exercise strengthens a… — 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… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“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
