„Wenn Winter kommt, kann Frühling weit entfernt dann sein?“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, buch Ode an den Westwind
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Percy Bysshe Shelley
Geburtstag: 4. August 1792
Todesdatum: 8. Juli 1822
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Percy Bysshe Shelley [ˈpɜːsi bɪʃ ˈʃɛli] war ein britischer Schriftsteller der Romantik. Er war ein Verfechter des Atheismus.
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„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, Adonaïs
Adonais (1821), 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
„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
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
The Cenci (1819), Act I, sc. iii, l. 88
„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“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley
Hymn to Intellectual Beauty (1816), 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
„And singing still dost soar and soaring ever singest.“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, To a Skylark
To a Skylark (1821), Context: 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.
St. 2
„Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:
What if my leaves are falling like its own!“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, book Ode to the West Wind
Ode to the West Wind (1819), Context: 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,
My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!
St. V
„A traveller from the cradle to the grave
Through the dim night of this immortal day.“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, Prometheus Unbound
Prometheus Unbound (1818–1819; publ. 1820), Context: Man, who wert once a despot and a slave,
A dupe and a deceiver! a decay,
A traveller from the cradle to the grave
Through the dim night of this immortal day.
Demogorgon, Act IV, l. 549
„I met Murder on the way —
He had a mask like Castlereagh“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Masque of Anarchy
The Masque of Anarchy (1819), Very smooth he looked, yet grim;
Seven blood-hounds followed him.
St. 2
„O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes“
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, book Ode to the West Wind
Ode to the West Wind (1819), Context: O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,
Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
Each like a corpse within its grave, until
Thine azure sister of the spring shall blow
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth.
St. I
„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
Hymn to Intellectual Beauty (1816), 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
