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SciHiBlog: On July 8 1822 the great English Romantic poet Percy Bysshe Shelley drowned near the Italian coast. He was one of the major English Romantic poets and is critically regarded as among the finest lyric poets in the English language.

kimukuma: TO A SKYLARK. Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822) … Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. … Like a Poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden,

MANGO55MANGO: “The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?” ― Percy Bysshe Shelley

samuelmmiller: We are all Greeks. Our laws, our literature, our religion, our arts have their root in Greece.  – Percy Bysshe Shelley

hbloomquotes: Hart Crane and Percy Bysshe Shelley were beings divided between head and heart. Strong alike in despair and transcendental hope, both Pindaric rhapsodes soar above the universe of death into a kind of neo-Platonic ecstasy of the celebration and possible fulfillment of desire.

karenjmcdonnell: "... And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea- What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?" - Percy Bysshe Shelley d. 8 July 1822

lovesail: On this day in 1497 Vasco da Gama set sail from Lisbon in search of a sea route to India. Also on this day in 1822 Percy Bysshe Shelley the romantic poet drowned sailing his boat in the Gulf of Spezia.

ldkkei: For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh... ~Percy Bysshe Shelley

ekmcalps: 14. Mary Shelley (1797-1851), after her marriage to Percy Bysshe Shelley. During a stormy holiday in Switzerland, Mary came up with the first science-fiction novel; 'Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus', published in 1818 and changing the literary world forever.

natAndrewson: “Rise like lions after slumber In unvanquishable number Shake your chains to earth like dew We are many, they are few” By Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Masque of Anarchy: Written on Occasion of the Massacre at Manchester/AKA Peterloo. The Peterloo massacre is so relevant right now.

shinnick_g: On this date, July 8, 1822 poet Percy Bysshe Shelley drowned, age 29. His writings inspired the likes of Oscar Wilde. His widow was Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, author of Frankenstein.

micahjrobbins: I just had occasion to quote Percy Shelley, which is always a pleasure, but it has me wondering. . . The name "Bysshe." Was that a common name in late-18th century England?

andrewhayden200: ‘The Haunting of Villa Diodati’ - 3 In the series such as where Praxeus was and just have the ghost story. It’s also a shame that it’s revealed that it wasn’t actually ghosts and instead it was Percy Bysshe Shelley turned invisible by the Cyberium that he found.

BigSurfDon: “Death is here and death is there, Death is busy everywhere, All around, within, beneath, Above is death—and we are death Death has set his mark and seal On all we are and all we feel, On all we know and all we fear” ~Percy Bysshe Shelley Died on this date in 1822 at age 29

amlitreader: Edna St. Vincent Millay's tribute poem for Percy Bysshe Shelley, who drowned in a boating accident in the Gulf of Spezia today in 1822, at the age of 29.

ChippySuave: A Dirge Rough wind, that moanest loud Grief too sad for song; Wild wind, when sullen cloud Knells all the night long; Sad storm, whose tears are vain, Bare woods, whose branches strain, Deep caves and dreary main-- Wail, for the world's wrong! ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1822

No_way_but_this: Love’s Philosophy BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle.

Zoe_Archer: An email conversation with my brother led to a mashup between Percy Bysshe Shelley and the Muppets, leading my brother to cite the poem, "Fozziemandias."

skydog811: 'Full fathom five the poet lies': The death of Percy Bysshe Shelley - Wordsworth - Grasmere

PaulaCappa1: TODAY, July 8 in history: 1822, poet Percy Bysshe Shelley drowned in the Ligurian Sea, 29 years old, husband of author Mary Shelley. Image is Shelley's cremation.

anisjarossi: “A poet is a nightingale who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” ― Percy Bysshe Shelley

MacCocktail: “Soul meets soul on lovers lips.” ― Percy Bysshe Shelley (died this day, July 8, 1822)

lizzyjperkins: ‘I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.’ Percy Bysshe Shelley - 4 Aug 1792 - 8 Jul 1822

SarahFPoetry: Poet Percy Bysshe Shelley died July 8th. 157 years later, actress Shelley Duvall was born on the same day. I don't want to make any bold claims, but...

U_Batke: Weary wind, who wanderest Like the world‘s rejected guest, Hast thou still some secret nest On the tree or billow? Percy Bysshe Shelley

MacCocktail: “I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.” ― Percy Bysshe Shelley (died July 8, 1822)

nancyholder: RIP, Percy Bysshe Shelley.

KeatsHouse: Percy Bysshe Shelley died on 8 July 1822 whilst sailing in Italy Keats's 'Lamia etc', published in 1820, was found in Shelley's pocket when he died:

gustastuff: From LitHub: In 1822, poet Percy Bysshe Shelley drowns in the Ligurian Sea. His body, washed up ten days later on the beach near Viareggio, is cremated in the presence of Lord Byron and Edward John Trelawny, who claims to have seized Shelley's heart from the flames.

InadeBree: ‘Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.’ Percy Bysshe Shelley, To a Skylark, 1820

PGMorg: in 1822, Shelley drowned

LiteraryVienna: „A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own. The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.“ Percy Bysshe Shelley

DeSamosate: I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Percy Bysshe Shelley

hanrahanistan: Shelley wrote "To the Republicans of North America" in Dublin in 1812, after reading about Hidalgo's rebellion etc. Later retitled "The Mexican Revolution"

EghamMuseum: So, there we have it, chaps. A little thread explaining Englefield Green's links to Percy Bysshe Shelley & Mary Shelley.

EghamMuseum: 'Mother of this unfathomable world! Favour my solemn song, for I have loved Thee ever, and thee only; I have watched Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps, And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy deep mysteries.' Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

ByDavidSlattery: Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away.' 3/3 Percy Bysshe Shelley RIP today 1822.

johnstonglenn: In May 1905 Joyce wrote to Stanislaus from Trieste: “In my history of literature I have given the highest palms to Shakespeare, Wordsworth and Shelley.” [LII-90] Percy Bysshe Shelley died OTD in 1822.

Molly1344573691: "This is Slavery -- savage men, Or wild beasts within a den Would endure not as ye do-- But such ills they never knew." Percy Bysshe Shelley

frustratedplot: 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. — Ozymandias, Percy Bysshe Shelley

shelleyscholar: Just in case it might be of interest. Here is my latest article, 'Percy Bysshe Shelley and China's Gayest Art'. Please forgive shameless promotion:

doriiyoun: [명언]If winter comes, can spring be far behind? (Percy Bysshe Shelley)

RajSinghCharan: "Fear not for the future, weep not for the past” ― Percy Bysshe Shelley

drmardy: "Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon." Percy Bysshe Shelley (died July 8, 1822). Laurels are not made to rest on.

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HintonKath: The best ever pre-Twitter trolling. The day after Percy Bysshe Shelley's death in 1822, English newspaper The Courier reported: "Shelley, the writer of some infidel poetry, has been drowned; now he knows whether there is God or no."

Keats_Shelley: 7th July 1822. Percy Bysshe Shelley travels from Pisa to Livorno, on what will be the last full day of his life. At 2pm the following afternoon he sets sail with Edward Williams and Charles Vivien on his boat, the Don Juan.

4UWell: The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me? Percy Bysshe Shelley

NatomaLee: "Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill Which severs those it should unite; Let us remain together still, Then it will be good night." Percy Bysshe Shelley

isidro_li: Is this the scene Where the old Earthquake-daemon taught her young Ruin? Were these their toys? or did a sea Of fire envelop once this silent snow? None can reply—all seems eternal now. The wilderness has a mysterious tongue Which teaches awful doubt — Percy Bysshe Shelley

LULUBUNGAKU: The moon arose up in the murky east, A white and shapeless mass. "The Waning Moon" - Percy Bysshe Shelley

CymeraF: Rnd5. Answer: I Am – Percy Bysshe Shelley Well done to everyone!

ArsEstHabitus: the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me? — Percy Bysshe Shelley

roguebitch: “And on the pedestal, these words appear: 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

Aijaz4200: “Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.”– Percy Bysshe Shelley

WarShark4Eva: Part of me thinks Dark Academia is wonderful, and I’m jealous I’m too old for it. Part of me thinks it looks *exhausting*. And part of me thinks any straight boys who are into this must be *insufferable* at best and Percy Bysshe Shelley* at worst.

MichaelPain5: So what is the greatest leadership text of all time? I nominate Ozymandia by Percy Bysshe Shelley. What’s yours?

Trin85572069: Mick Jagger reading Percy Bysshe Shelley’s “Adonais”, a tribute to Brian Jones, at their free concert at Hyde Park, July 5, 1969.

Erika_prudence7: "Mutability" in poetry: the idea of nothing lasting forever, such as death existing in nature and the rebirth of new life after death.

BlatherTunes: Music, when soft voices die, vibrates in the memory. Percy Bysshe Shelley

TanjaBoness: 2/ He asked me to find a poem that would complement a song by Bon Jovi. And a challenge it was. It took me quite a while but then I found a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley.

TanjaBoness: 8/ The song that was suggested to me was Bon Jovi’s “Bed of Roses”. It is a beautiful love song that goes wonderfully with this magnificent love poem “Love’s Philosophy” by Percy Bysshe Shelley, and they do share a similar strength and intimacy.

JeskaiAngel: You know, there's a charming little poem by one Percy Bysshe Shelley that shows what a statue without real history to give it meaning is like.

arabellamunro: Alexa play Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley

nealkhosla: 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

Philosophi_Cat: An ode to a statue... One of the few poems I still can recite from memory. "Ozymandias" by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Matboo7: By:Percy Bysshe Shelley

arnadesigns: “The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?” ― Percy Bysshe Shelley

eImoIewis: mick jagger reads adonais by percy bysshe shelley, his tribute to brian <3

DesireeADeathe1: "And the sunlight claps the earth, And the moonbeam kiss the sea, What is all these sweet work worth, If thou kiss not me." Percy Bysshe Shelley

doriiyoun: [명언]If winter comes, can spring be far behind? (Percy Bysshe Shelley)

IovefiIes: percy bysshe shelley. you gotta love him.

Xperienced_: 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.” --Ozymandias, Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1818

Antin0s: "And on the pedestal, the words appeared: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings. Look upon my works, ye mighty and dispair!' Nothing beside remains around the decay of the colossal wreck, boundless and bare. The line and level sands stretch far away." - Percy Bysshe Shelley

fraveris: There is regret, almost remorse, For Time long past. 'Tis like a child's belovèd corse A father watches, till at last Beauty is like remembrance, cast From Time long past. By Percy Bysshe Shelley. Artist John OBrian

Fatima_Z0hra: "And many more Destructions played In this ghastly masquerade, All disguised, even to the eyes, Like Bishops, lawyers, peers, or spies." ~The Mask of Anarchy: Written on the Occasion of the Massacre at Manchester, by Percy Bysshe Shelley. The fourth pillar have been doomed.

notlavnder: first our pleasures die – and then our hopes, our fears – when when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust – and we die too. percy bysshe shelley

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hannahrosewoods: Imagine being Percy Bysshe Shelley and looking up at the moon and your first question is “ART THOU PALE FOR WEARINESS?”

362t: "All love is sweet, given or returned." Percy Bysshe Shelley

wordstoframe: "My head is wild with weeping for a grief Which is the shadow of a gentle mind I walk into the air but no relief To seek, or haply, if I sought, to find It came unsought; to wonder that a chief Among men’s spirits should be cold & blind" - Fragment by Percy Bysshe Shelley

WinstonElliott3: “Ozymandias” (poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley)

imaginativecons: “Ozymandias” (poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley)

AngelouLab: "Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thoughts." -Percy Bysshe Shelley

UoDEnglish: Second is Dr Paul Whickman’s ‘Blasphemy and Politics in Romantic Literature: Creativity in the Writing of Percy Bysshe Shelley’ (2020; log-in required)

NagatoDharma: Cardano about to do it. Percy Bysshe Shelley, Lord Byron and stuff.

Noelito24171613: Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.” – Percy Bysshe Shelley

doriiyoun: [명언]If winter comes, can spring be far behind? (Percy Bysshe Shelley)

rs_illustrates: Watch the illustrated video I made for the poem Ozymandias - Percy Bysshe Shelley

weetabiitch: percy bysshe shelley be like i know a place and then take you to the desert... near them, on the sand, half sunk a shattered visage lies, and sneer of cold command, tell that its sculptor well those passions read which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, the hand th

ddoniolvalcroze: The Percy Bysshe Shelley Memorial at Oxford. Commissioned to depict how his drowned body looked washed ashore.

eatartdaily: At the intersection of mortality and immortality: endless deserts of sand Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley

MASSTEMON: A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own. The great instrument of moral good is the imagination. Percy Bysshe Shelley

welfordwrites: Love's Philosophy, a poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley. A short poem that has much more to do with love than philosophy! Click the link!

SteveBroad14: "You are now In London, that great sea, whose ebb and flow At once is deaf and loud, and on the shore Vomits its wrecks, and still howls on for more. Yet in its depth what treasures!" - Percy Bysshe Shelley

doriiyoun: [명언]If winter comes, can spring be far behind? (Percy Bysshe Shelley)

mgeorg11: .. "I love snow, and all the forms / Of the radiant frost; / I love waves, and winds, and storms," .. -― Percy Bysshe Shelley, 'The Complete Poems'

AmitMajmudar: This Flemish painting of Medusa was mistakenly attributed to Leonardo da Vinci in the early 1800's, just long enough for Percy Bysshe Shelley to write an ekphrastic poem about it.

Rogue_Cryptid: Today’s reading ‘A Defence of Poetry’ by Percy Bysshe Shelley, whilst watching Horrible Histories.



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