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Percy Bysshe Shelley

Geburtstag: 4. August 1792
Todesdatum: 8. Juli 1822

Percy Bysshe Shelley [ˈpɜːsi bɪʃ ˈʃɛli] war ein britischer Schriftsteller der Romantik. Er war ein Verfechter des Atheismus.

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„Ihre Schönheit verdunkelte die lichte Welt, und neben ihr schien alles nur ein flüchtig Schattenbild zu sein.“

— Percy Bysshe Shelley
Die Atlas-Hexe

Über die Welt, Über Schönheit

„Wenn Winter kommt, kann Frühling weit entfernt dann sein?“

— Percy Bysshe Shelley
Ode an den Westwind

„Kein System konnte erdacht werden, das mit mehr Eifer das menschliche Glück befehdet hat, als die Ehe.“

— Percy Bysshe Shelley
Queen Mab

Über Ehe, Über Glück

„Ruhm ist verkleidete Liebe.“

— Percy Bysshe Shelley
Eine Ermahnung

Über Liebe, Über Liebe

„Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow
Back to the burning fountain whence it came,
A portion of the Eternal.“

— Percy Bysshe Shelley
Context: He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead; Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now - Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal. St. XXXVIII

„By solemn vision and bright silver dream
His infancy was nurtured. Every sight
And sound from the vast earth and ambient air
Sent to his heart its choicest impulses.“

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

„Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.“

— Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Complete Poems

„The sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What are all these kissings worth
If thou kiss not me?“

— Percy Bysshe Shelley
Love's Philosophy (1819), st. 2

„I have drunken deep of joy,
And I will taste no other wine tonight.“

— Percy Bysshe Shelley
The Cenci (1819), Act I, sc. iii, l. 88

„She faded, like a cloud which had outwept its rain.“

— Percy Bysshe Shelley
Context: Lost Angel of a ruined Paradise! She knew not 'twas her own; as with no stain She faded, like a cloud which had outwept its rain. St. X

„Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of Eternity,
Until Death tramples it to fragments.“

— Percy Bysshe Shelley
Context: The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments. St. LII

„From the contagion of the world's slow stain
He is secure, and now can never mourn
A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain.“

— Percy Bysshe Shelley
Context: He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown grey in vain. St. XL

„He hath awakened from the dream of life—
'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep
With phantoms an unprofitable strife,
And in mad trance, strike with our spirit's knife
Invulnerable nothings.“

— Percy Bysshe Shelley
Context: Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep— He hath awakened from the dream of life— 'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance, strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings. St. XXXIX

„I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,
I arise and unbuild it again.“

— Percy Bysshe Shelley
Context: 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 at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again. St. 7 (a cenotaph is an empty tomb or a monument erected in honor of a person who is buried elsewhere)

„I never was attached to that great sect,
Whose doctrine is, that each one should select
Out of the crowd a mistress or a friend,
And all the rest, though fair and wise, commend
To cold oblivion“

— Percy Bysshe Shelley
Context: Thy wisdom speaks in me, and bids me dare Beacon the rocks on which high hearts are wreckt. I never was attached to that great sect, Whose doctrine is, that each one should select Out of the crowd a mistress or a friend, And all the rest, though fair and wise, commend To cold oblivion, though it is in the code Of modern morals, and the beaten road Which those poor slaves with weary footsteps tread, Who travel to their home among the dead By the broad highway of the world, and so With one chained friend, — perhaps a jealous foe, The dreariest and the longest journey go. l. 147

„Thus let thy power, which like the truth
Of nature on my passive youth
Descended, to my onward life supply
Its calm, to one who worships thee,
And every form containing thee,
Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind
To fear himself, and love all human kind.“

— Percy Bysshe Shelley
Context: The day becomes more solemn and serene When noon is past; there is a harmony In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been! Thus let thy power, which like the truth Of nature on my passive youth Descended, to my onward life supply Its calm, to one who worships thee, And every form containing thee, Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind To fear himself, and love all human kind. St. 7