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Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley (/ˈpɜːrsi ˈbɪʃ ˈʃɛli/ ( listen); 4 August 1792 – 8 July 1822) was one of the major English Romantic poets, and is regarded by some as among the finest lyric poets in the English language, and one of the most influential. A radical in his poetry as well as in his political and social views, Shelley did not see 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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Rulers, who neither see, nor feel, nor know, but leech-like to their fainting country cling, till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow, - a people starved and stabbed in the untilled field.

Blood, Blow, Country, Know, Till, Untilled

The encomium of one incapable of flattery is indeed flattering.

Encomium, Flattering, Flattery, Incapable

For there are deeds which have no form, sufferings which have no tongue.

Compassion, Deeds, Suffering, Sufferings, Tongue

Men must reap the things they sow, Force from force must ever flow.

Flow, Force, Men, Sow, Things

Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.

Cover, Deeds, Holy, Words

Nought may endure but Mutability.

Change, Endure, May, Mutability, Nought

Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.

Deserves, Faults, Nature, Proportion, Punishment

If certain Critics were as clearsighted as they are malignant, how great would be the benefit to be derived from their writings!

Benefit, Certain, Criticism, Would Be, Writing, Writings

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying. . . .

Flower, Lying, Sighing, Sun, Wailing, Years

Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.

New Relationship, Essence, Liberty, Compatible, Fear, Obedience

"Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God. " Blessed are those who have preserved internal sanctity of soul; who are conscious of no secret deceit; who are the same in act as they are in desire; who conceal no thought, no tendencies of thought, from their own conscience; who are faithful and sincere witnesses, before the tribunal of their own judgments, of all that passes within their mind. Such as these shall see God.

Act, Blessed, Conscience, Faithful, Heart, Sanctity

Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

Life, Lips, Love, Lovers, Meets, Romantic

It is among men of genius and science that atheism alone is found.

Atheism, Found, Men, Religion, Science

The rich have become richer, and the poor have become poorer; and the vessel of the state is driven between the Scylla and Charybdis of anarchy and despotism.

Scylla, Anarchy, Rich, Poorer, Despotism

All things are sold: the very light of heaven is venal; earth's unsparing gifts of love, the smallest and most despicable things that lurk in the abysses of the deep, all objects of our life, even life itself, and the poor pittance which the laws allow of liberty, the fellowship of man, those duties which his heart of human love should urge him to perform instinctively, are bought and sold as in a public mart of not disguising selfishness, that sets on each its price, the stamp-mark of her reign.

Allow, Heart, Liberty, Love, Money, Poor

I love Love - though he has wings, And like light can flee, But above all other things, Spirit, I love thee - Thou art love and life! Oh come, Make once more my heart thy home.

Art, Home, Life, Light, Things

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Clouds, Spring, Wind, Winter

It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.

Crime, Intolerant, Merit, Tolerance, Tolerate

I was an infant when my mother went To see an atheist burned. She took me there. The dark-robed priests were met around the pile; The multitude was gazing silently; And as the culprit passed with dauntless mien, Tempered disdain in his unaltering eye, Mixed with a quiet smile, shone calmly forth; The thirsty fire crept round his manly limbs; His resolute eyes were scorched to blindness soon; His death-pang rent my heart! the insensate mob Uttered a cry of triumph, and I wept. Weep not, child! cried my mother, for that man Has said, 'There is no God. '

Atheist, Children, Mother, Priests, Resolute, Took

Know what it is to be a child? It is to be something very different from the man of today. It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of Baptism; it is to believe in belief; it is to be so little that elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child had its fairy godmother in its soul.

Children, Faith, Horse, Know, Today, Waters

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