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

SusanBoylesCat: The breath Of accusation kills an innocent name, And leaves for lame acquittal the poor life, Which is a mask without it. Percy Bysshe Shelley

messykyla: "flowers are gay" - Shelley, Percy Bysshe.

MelanieJaxn: "And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest." - Percy Bysshe Shelley

RebeccaLangend2: "Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world." - Percy Bysshe Shelley I like to write poems time to time. Have you ever written a poem?

jasmoonbutterfl: “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 Oleg Oprisco.

RwaanAS: Ode to The West Wind – Percy Bysshe Shelley.

LinnMerrifiel: Happy monochromatic Monday wherever you are. “A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another.... The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.” ― Percy Bysshe Shelley

praashok: O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind? - Percy Bysshe Shelley

gabemiranda21: The Sport of the Gods - Paul Laurence Dunbar Nightwood - Djuna Barnes Gulliver's Travels - Johnathan Swift Essay on Man - Alexander Pope Ozymandias - Percy Bysshe Shelley (poem)

LibraryPutney: Ode to the West Wind V by Percy Bysshe Shelley Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,

ByGeorgenia: "Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world." - Percy Bysshe Shelley

jcanconaleal: “Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep, He hath awaken'd from the dream of life...” - Percy Bysshe Shelley

xoselbrea: Himno de Pan (Hymn of Pan)

trazomperche: Music when Soft Voices Die (To --) BY Percy Bysshe Shelley 1792–1822

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

yenniantunez4: "Prometheus is the type of the highest perfection of moral and intellectual nature, impelled by the purest and the truest motives to the best and noblest ends". - Percy Bysshe Shelley (1820).

medievalwishes: Percy Bysshe Shelley, on what stays when something goes...

BarringerLynn: If winter comes, can spring be far behind? Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ode to the West Wind

Khadhdhie: "And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest." ― Percy Bysshe Shelley

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

chop466: “Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.” — Percy Bysshe Shelley

innervigilance: “The One remains, the many change and pass” Percy Bysshe Shelley

rmunro3: “But the unborn hour, Cradled in fear and hope, conflicting storms, Who shall unveil?” from Hellas, Percy Bysshe Shelley

No_way_but_this: Art thou pale for weariness BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?

rantyben: Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ozymandias

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

outrofobia: 7.39 Young romantics, the tangled lives of English poetry's greatest generation, de Daisy Hay, 2010, inglês. 8.40 Percy Bysshe Shelley: Poet and Revolutionary (Revolutionary Lives), de Jacqueline Mulhallen, 2015, inglês.

outrofobia: 11.43 Epipsychidion, verses addressed to the noble and unfortunate Lady Emilia V—, now imprisoned in the convent of —., de Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1821, inglês. 12.44 Selected prose, de Lord Byron, c.1809-24, inglês. 13.45 Cain, a mystery, de Lord Byron, 1819, inglês.

BetoReitenbach: “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

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