Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes About Birth

Quotes about: Birth

• Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O, wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Spring, Winter, Wind

  'Ode to the West Wind' (1819) l. 65

• What is life? Thoughts and feelings arise, with or without our will, and we employ words to express them. We are born, and our birth is unremembered and our infancy remembered but in fragments. We live on, and in living we lose the apprehension of life. How vain is it to think that words can penetrate the mystery of our being. Rightly used they may make evident our ignorance of ourselves, and this is much.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Ignorance, Thinking, Feelings

  Percy Bysshe Shelley (1840). “Essays, letters from abroad, translations and fragments, ed. by mrs. Shelley”, p.177

• (Title: To the Moon) 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?

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Art, Stars, Eye

  'To the Moon'

• ... Virtue owns a more eternal foe Than Force or Fraud: old Custom, legal Crime, And bloody Faith the foulest birth of Time.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Birth, Virtue, Crime

  Percy Bysshe Shelley (2012). “The Complete Poetry of Percy Bysshe Shelley”, p.91, JHU Press

• You would not easily guess All the modes of distress Which torture the tenants of earth; And the various evils, Which like so many devils, Attend the poor souls from their birth.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Evil, Soul, Earth

  Percy Bysshe Shelley (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley (Illustrated)”, p.209, Delphi Classics

• Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon Of human thought or form, where art thou gone? Why dost thou pass away and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate? Ask why the sunlight not for ever Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain-river, Why aught should fail and fade that once is shown, Why fear and dream and death and birth Cast on the daylight of this earth Such gloom, why man has such a scope For love and hate, despondency and hope?

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Beauty, Dream, Art

  Percy Bysshe Shelley (1871). “The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Complete in One Volume”, p.366

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