A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
More Quotes from Percy Bysshe Shelley:
One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it.Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame Over his living head like heaven is bent, An early but enduring monument, Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song In sorrow.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
The soft sky smiles, -the low wind whispers near:
'Tis Adonais calls!
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Ah, when shall day dawn on the night of the grave,
Or summer succeed to the winter of death?
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Concerning God, freewill and destiny: Of all that earth has been or yet may be, all that vain men imagine or believe, or hope can paint or suffering may achieve, we descanted.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Spirit of Beauty, that dost consecrate
With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon
Of human thought or form, -- where art thou gone?
Percy Bysshe Shelley
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