“And as this creation itself is poetry, so its creators were poets; and language was the instrument of their art” — Percy Shelley Copy Share Image
“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 for ever; Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant strings Give various response to each varying blast, To whose frail frame no second motion brings One mood or modulation like the last.… — Percy Shelley Copy Share
“And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea What are all these kissings worth - If thou kiss not me?” — Percy Shelley Copy Share
“And as this creation itself is poetry, so its creators were poets; and language was the instrument of their art” — Percy Shelley Copy Share Image
“It creates anew the universe after it has been annihilated in our minds by the recurrence of impressions blunted by reiteration.” — Percy Shelley Copy Share Image
