23 posts tagged percy bysshe shelley

Click to read and listen to The Moon by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Don’t you just love this poem?       LOVE’S PHILOSOPHY The fountains mingle with the river,   And the rivers with the ocean; The winds of heaven mix forever,   With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single;   All thing by a law divine In one another’s being mingle: -   Why not I with thine?

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O world! O life! O time! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime? No more -- Oh, never more! Out of the day and night A joy has taken flight; Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar, Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight No more -- Oh, never more!

'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away." Percy Bysshe Shelley, from "Ozymandias" Sic transit gloria mundi, John Buffalo Springfield,

Percy Bysshe Shelley to Joseph Severn Pisa, Nov. 29th, 1821. Dear Sir, I send you the elergy on poor Keats--and I wish it were better worth your acceptance. You will see, by the preface, that it was written before I could obtain any particular account of his last moments; all that I still know, was

Love’s Philosophy ~ Poem By Percy Shelley I watched Lewis, the ITV Kevin Whately detective drama, last night and this beautiful poem by Shelley was mentioned a few times. I hadn’t heard it for a while and I really like it which is why I decided to post it.

Bereavement ~ Poem By Percy Bysshe Shelley How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner As he bends in still grief o’er the hallowed bier, As enanguished he turns from the laugh of the scorner, And drops to perfection’s remembrance a tear; When floods of despair down his pale cheeks

So, while we were expressly not blogging, the Sherbs and I were checking out the naked pictures of Lindsay Lohan in New York magazine (gaze upon her works, and despair!). They are "tasteful" nudes, by which we mean "recreating a Marilyn Monroe photo shoot so it's plausibly art." Still, she's starkers.

by Percy Bysshe Shelley Nec tantum prodere vati, Quantum scire licet. Venit aetas omnis in unam Congeriem, miserumque premunt tot saecula pectus. LUCAN, Phars. v. 176. How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep!