Occupation: Poet Birth: August 4, 1792 Death: July 8, 1822
Love! dearest, sweetest power! how much are we indebted to thee! How much superior are even thy miseries to the pleasures which arise from other sourā¦.
The great community of mankind had been subdivided into ten thousand communities, each organized for the ruin of the other..
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world..
My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!.
I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good..
The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset's fire..
His fine wit Makes such a wound, the knife is lost in it..
A lovely lady, garmented in light From her own beauty..
The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys..
The odious and disgusting aristocracy of wealth is built upon the ruins of all that is good in chivalry or republicanism; and luxury is the forerunneā¦.
Oh that simplicity and innocence its own unvalued work so seldom knows!.
What is Freedom? ye can tell That which slavery is, too well For its very name has grown To an echo of your own..