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 secret springs
The source of human thought its tribute brings.
Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may last!
Percy Bysshe ShelleyTag: poetry romantic kiss romanticism adonais
Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyPoetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted
Percy Bysshe ShelleyTag: poetry beauty distortion
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!
Poets, the best of them, are a very chameleonic race; they take the colour not only of what they feed on, but of the very leaves under which they pass
Percy Bysshe ShelleyOh,lift me as a wave,a leaf,a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life!I bleed!
Percy Bysshe ShelleyThere is eloquence in the tongueless
wind, and a melody in the flowing brooks and the rustling of the
reeds beside them, which by their inconceivable relation to something
within the soul, awaken the spirits to a dance of breathless
rapture, and bring tears of mysterious tenderness to the eyes, like
the enthusiasm of patriotic success, or the voice of one beloved
singing to you alone.
Tag: love nature contemplation lucidity
I have sent books and music there, and all / Those instruments with which high spirits call / The future from its cradle, and the past / Out of its grave, and make the present last / In thoughts and joys which sleep, but cannot die, / Folded within their own eternity.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyTag: knowledge love-of-knowledge
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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