Percy Bysshe Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley (/ˈpɜrsi ˈbɪʃ ˈʃɛli/; 4 August 1792 – 8 July 1822) was one of the major English Romantic poets and is critically regarded as among the finest lyric poets in the English language. A radical in his poetry as well as his political and social views, Shelley did not achieve fame during his lifetime, but recognition for his poetry grew steadily following his death. Shelley was a key member of a close circle of visionary poets and writers that included Lord Byron; Leigh Hunt; Thomas Love Peacock; and his own second wife, Mary Shelley, the author of Frankenstein.
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“You are now
In London, that great sea, whose ebb and flow
At once is deaf and loud, and on the shore
Vomits its wrecks, and still howls on for more.
Yet in its depth what treasures!”
—Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822)
“I pursued a maiden and clasped a reed.
Gods and men, we are all deluded thus!”
—Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822)
“He gave man speech, and speech created thought,
Which is the measure of the universe;”
—Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822)
“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!”
—Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822)
“Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone,
But grief returns with the revolving year.”
—Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792–1822)