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date: 12 December 2018

Percy Bysshe Shelley 1792–1822
English poet 

  1. The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
    Adonais (1821) preface
  2. I weep for Adonais—he is dead!
     
    Adonais (1821) st. 1
  3. He has out-soared the shadow of our night;
    Envy and calumny and hate and pain,
    And that unrest which men miscall delight,
    Can touch him not and torture not again;
    From the contagion of the world's slow stain
    He is secure.
     
    Adonais (1821) st. 40
  4. The One remains, the many change and pass.
     
    Adonais (1821) st. 52
  5. Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
    Stains the white radiance of Eternity,
    Until Death tramples it to fragments.
     
    Adonais (1821) st. 52
  6. I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers.
     
    ‘The Cloud’ (1819)
  7. That orbèd maiden, with white fire laden,
    Whom mortals call the Moon.
     
    ‘The Cloud’ (1819)
  8. I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
    And the nursling of the Sky.
    I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;
    I change, but I cannot die.
     
    ‘The Cloud’ (1819)
  9. I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
    And out of the caverns of rain,
    Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
    I arise and unbuild it again.
     
    ‘The Cloud’ (1819)
  10. I never was attached to that great sect,
    Whose doctrine is that each one should select
    Out of the crowd a mistress or a friend,
    And all the rest, though fair and wise, commend
    To cold oblivion.
     
    ‘Epipsychidion’ (1821) l. 149
  11. Let there be light! said Liberty,
    And like sunrise from the sea,
    Athens arose!
     
    Hellas (1822) l. 682
  12. The world's great age begins anew,
    The golden years return.
     
    Hellas (1822) l. 1060
  13. The awful shadow of some unseen Power
    Floats though unseen among us.
     
    ‘Hymn to Intellectual Beauty’ (1816)
  14. There is a harmony
    In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
    Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
    As if it could not be, as if it had not been!
     
    ‘Hymn to Intellectual Beauty’ (1816)
  15. A cloud-encircled meteor of the air,
    A hooded eagle among blinking owls.
     
    of Coleridge
    ‘Letter to Maria Gisborne’ (1820) l. 207
  16. When the lamp is shattered
    The light in the dust lies dead—
    When the cloud is scattered
    The rainbow's glory is shed.
     
    ‘Lines: When the lamp’ (1824)
  17. Sun-girt city, thou hast been
    Ocean's child, and then his queen;
    Now is come a darker day,
    And thou soon must be his prey.
     
    ‘Lines written amongst the Euganean Hills’ (1818) l. 115
  18. The fountains mingle with the river,
    And the rivers with the ocean;
    The winds of heaven mix for ever
    With a sweet emotion;
    Nothing in the world is single;
    All things, by a law divine,
    In one spirit meet and mingle.
    Why not I with thine?
     
    ‘Love's Philosophy’ (written 1819)
  19. I met Murder on the way—
    He had a mask like Castlereagh.
     
    ‘The Mask of Anarchy’ (1819) st. 2
  20. Nought may endure but Mutability.
     
    ‘Mutability’ (1816)
  21. O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
    Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
    Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
     
    Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
    Pestilence-stricken multitudes.
     
    ‘Ode to the West Wind’ (1819) l. 1
  22. Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air.
     
    ‘Ode to the West Wind’ (1819) l. 11
  23. Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
    Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
     
    ‘Ode to the West Wind’ (1819) l. 13
  24. Like the bright hair uplifted from the head
    Of some fierce Maenad.
     
    ‘Ode to the West Wind’ (1819) l. 20
  25. Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams
    The blue Mediterranean, where he lay,
    Lulled by the coil of his crystàlline streams.
     
    ‘Ode to the West Wind’ (1819) l. 29
  26. The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear
    The sapless foliage of the ocean.
     
    ‘Ode to the West Wind’ (1819) l. 39
  27. Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
    I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
     
    ‘Ode to the West Wind’ (1819) l. 53
  28. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is.
    What if my leaves are falling like its own!
     
    ‘Ode to the West Wind’ (1819) l. 57
  29. And, by the incantation of this verse,
     
    Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth
    Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
     
    ‘Ode to the West Wind’ (1819) l. 65
  30. O, Wind,
    If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
     
    ‘Ode to the West Wind’ (1819) l. 69
  31. I met a traveller from an antique land
    Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
    Stand in the desert.
     
    ‘Ozymandias’ (1819)
  32. The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
     
    ‘Ozymandias’ (1819)
  33. ‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
    Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
    Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
    Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
    The lone and level sands stretch far away.
     
    ‘Ozymandias’ (1819)
  34. Hell is a city much like London.
     
    ‘Peter Bell the Third’ (1819) pt. 3, st. 1
  35. He gave man speech, and speech created thought,
    Which is the measure of the universe.
     
    Prometheus Unbound (1820) act 2, sc. 4, l. 72
  36. To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;
    To forgive wrongs darker than death or night;
    To defy Power, which seems omnipotent;
    To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates
    From its own wreck the thing it contemplates;
    Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent;
    This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be
    Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free;
    This is alone Life, Joy, Empire and Victory.
     
    Prometheus Unbound (1820) act 4, l. 570
  37. How wonderful is Death,
    Death and his brother Sleep!
     
    Queen Mab (1813) canto 1, l. 1; see Daniel, Fletcher
  38. A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew.
     
    ‘The Sensitive Plant’ (1820) pt. 1, l. 1
  39. Rarely, rarely, comest thou,
    Spirit of Delight!
     
    ‘Song’ (1824); epigraph to Elgar's Second Symphony
  40. Men of England, wherefore plough
    For the lords who lay ye low?
     
    ‘Song to the Men of England’ (written 1819)
  41. The seed ye sow, another reaps;
    The wealth ye find, another keeps;
    The robes ye weave, another wears;
    The arms ye forge, another bears.
     
    ‘Song to the Men of England’ (written 1819)
  42. Lift not the painted veil which those who live
    Call Life.
     
    ‘Sonnet’ (1824)
  43. An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king.
     
    ‘Sonnet: England in 1819’ (written 1819)
  44. Music, when soft voices die,
    Vibrates in the memory—
    Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
    Live within the sense they quicken.
     
    ‘To—: Music, when soft voices die’ (1824)
  45. The desire of the moth for the star,
    Of the night for the morrow,
    The devotion to something afar
    From the sphere of our sorrow.
     
    ‘To—: One word is too often profaned’ (1824)
  46. Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
    Bird thou never wert,
    That from Heaven, or near it,
    Pourest thy full heart
    In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.
     
    ‘To a Skylark’ (1819)
  47. And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
     
    ‘To a Skylark’ (1819)
  48. Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight.
     
    ‘To a Skylark’ (1819)
  49. We look before and after,
    And pine for what is not:
    Our sincerest laughter
    With some pain is fraught;
    Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
     
    ‘To a Skylark’ (1819)
  50. Teach me half the gladness
    That thy brain must know,
    Such harmonious madness
    From my lips would flow
    The world should listen then—as I am listening now.
     
    ‘To a Skylark’ (1819)
  51. Art thou pale for weariness
    Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth?
     
    ‘To the Moon’ (1824)
  52. And ever changing, like a joyless eye
    That finds no object worth its constancy?
     
    ‘To the Moon’ (1824)
  53. The vanity of translation; it were as wise to cast a violet into a crucible that you might discover the formal principle of its colour and odour, as seek to transfuse from one language to another the creations of a poet. The plant must spring again from its seed, or it will bear no flower.
    A Defence of Poetry (written 1821)
  54. The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
    A Defence of Poetry (written 1821)
  55. Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
    A Defence of Poetry (written 1821)
  56. Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
    A Defence of Poetry (written 1821); see Johnson
  57. Monarchy is only the string that ties the robber's bundle.
    A Philosophical View of Reform (written 1819–20)