“ Venice, it's temples and palaces did seem like fabrics of enchantment piled to heaven. Percy Bysshe Shelley
“ January grey is here Like a sexton by her grave February bears the bier March with grief doth howl and rave And April weeps - but O ye hours! Follow with May's fairest flowers. Percy Bysshe Shelley
“ 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. Percy Bysshe Shelley
“ Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it. Percy Bysshe Shelley
“ As a bankrupt thief turns thief-taker in despair so an unsuccessful author turns critic. Percy Bysshe Shelley
“ Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds. Percy Bysshe Shelley
“ A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley
“ There is eloquence in the tonguelesswind, and a melody in the flowing brooks and the rustling of thereeds beside them, which by their inconceivable relation to somethingwithin the soul, awaken the spi… Percy Bysshe Shelley
“ In a drama of the highest order there is little food for censure or hatred it teaches rather self-knowledge and self-respect. Percy Bysshe Shelley
“ A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own. Percy Bysshe Shelley
