Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes About Memories

Quotes about: Memories

• History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Memories, Men, History

  "A Defence of Poetry" by Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1821.

• Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Music, Memories, Voice

  'To - : One word is too often profaned'

• Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the belovèd's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Love, Sweet, Art

  'To-: Music when soft voices die' (published 1824).

• Forget the dead, the past? O yet there are ghosts that may take revenge for it, memories that make the heart a tomb, regrets which gild thro’ the spirit’s gloom, and with ghastly whispers tell that joy, once lost, is pain.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Revenge, Regret, Pain

  Samuel Taylor Coleridge, John Keats, Percy Bysshe Shelley (1829). “The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats. Complete in One Volume”, p.232

• Music, when soft voices die,
  Vibrates in the memory;
  Odors, when sweet violets sicken,
  Live within the sense they quicken.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Music, Sweet, Memories

  'To-: Music when soft voices die' (published 1824).

• The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats though unseen among us; visiting This various world with as inconstant wing As summer winds that creep from flower to flower; Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower, It visits with inconstant glance Each human heart and countenance; Like hues and harmonies of evening, Like clouds in starlight widely spread, Like memory of music fled, Like aught that for its grace may be Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Summer, Memories, Flower

  'Hymn to Intellectual Beauty' (1816)

• O'er Egypt's land of memory floods are level, And they are thine, O Nile! and well thou knowest The soul-sustaining airs and blasts of evil, And fruits, and poisons spring where'er thou flowest.

  Percy Bysshe Shelley

  Memories, Spring, Air

  Percy Bysshe Shelley, Geoffrey Matthews, Kelvin Everest (1989). “The Poems of Shelley: 1817-1819”, p.350, Pearson Education

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