708 Quotes by Percy Bysshe Shelley

The splendors of the firmament of timeMay be eclipsed, but are extinguished not;Like stars to their appointed height they climbAnd death is a low mist which cannot blotThe brightness it may veil.

Siamo noi che,perduti in tempestose visioni,conduciamo una vana lotta contro gli spettri,e in una folle trance con il coltello dello spiritocolpiamo, invulnerabili, nulla.

Reading does not occupy me enough: the only relief I find springs from the composition of poetry, which necessitates contemplations that lift me above the stormy mist of sensations which are my habitual place of abode. I have lately been composing a poem on Keats; it is better than anything I have yet written and worthy both of him and of me.

And others came... Desires and Adorations, Winged Persuasions and veil'd Destinies, Splendours, and Glooms, and glimmering Incarnations Of hopes and fears, and twilight Phantasies; And Sorrow, with her family of Sighs, And Pleasure, blind with tears, led by the gleam Of her own dying smile instead of eyes, Came in slow pomp; the moving pomp might seemLike pageantry of mist on an autumnal stream.

Wealth and dominion fade into the massOf the great sea of human right and wrong,When once from our possession they must pass;But love, though misdirected, is amongThe things which are immortal, and surpassAll that frail stuff which will be - or which was.

Rise like lions after slumberIn unvanquishable numberShake your chains to earth like dewWe are many, they are few

[Poetry] strips the veil of familiarity from the world, and lays bear the naked and sleeping beauty which is the spirit of its forms.

Hail to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert.

Sounds of vernal showersOn the twinkling grass,Rain awaken'd flowers,All that ever wasJoyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass