Poetry, in a general sense, may be defined to be 'the expression of the imagination': and poetry is connate with the origin… — 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. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“Sonnet: Political Greatness Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame, Nor peace, nor strength, nor skill in arms or arts, Shepherd those herds… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“ Music, When Soft Voices Die Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within… — 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 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
I consider poetry very subordinate to moral and political science. — 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
Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“And, day and night, aloof, from the high towers and terraces, the Earth and Ocean seem to sleep in one another's arms,… — 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
“Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know That things depart which never may return: Childhood and youth, friendship and love's first… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
A story of particular facts is a mirror which obscures and distorts that which should be beautiful; poetry is a mirror which… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Chameleons feed on light and air: Poets food is love and fame. — 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
“I'm... like a poet hidden In the light of thought Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of eternity. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
“[Poetry] strips the veil of familiarity from the world, and lays bear the naked and sleeping beauty which is the spirit of… — 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
