Paul Valery Quotes. Percy Bysshe Shelley :: English Language Poet :: English Poetry. Percy Bysshe Shelley Percy Bysshe Shelley (August 4, 1792 – July 8, 1822; pronounced ['pÉœËsi bɪʃ 'ʃɛli]) was one of the major English Romantic poets and is widely considered to be among the finest lyric poets of the English language. He is perhaps most famous for such anthology pieces as Ozymandias, Ode to the West Wind, To a Skylark, and The Masque of Anarchy. However, his major works were long visionary poems including Alastor, Adonais, The Revolt of Islam, Prometheus Unbound and the unfinished The Triumph of Life. Shelley's unconventional life and uncompromising idealism, combined with his strong skeptical voice, made him a notorious and much denigrated figure during his life. Life Education and early works Son of an MP, Shelley went to Eton College, where he was routinely bullied, because of his androgynous appearance and his open views on atheism.
In 1811, Shelley published a pamphlet The Necessity of Atheism. Married life Introduction to Byron Travels in the Italian peninsula.
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Barry Long Back to index of poems The Transcendental Realisation Nothing. Nothing but I. Origin Black, undistinguished, indistinguishable Being Outside the world Static Forever aware Forever Forever present Forever unformed Forever unable to tell the secret of My being. Nothing. I am Origin of all action and sound And My agency, the lesser being, the creator Is Love.
Love is all. This the impossible, hopeless task of love The reason why love lives to serve Yet must forever remain sufficient only to itself, that task. I am producing Nothing. The Garden Come I will show you a garden Where nothing dies My respite for you When day is done. Come, I will take you with me Hold my hand My love. The Master's Score Pale Frog The Spider Poor Fellow.