Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong: They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyPoetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyThe everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- Now lending splendour, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings.
Percy Bysshe Shelley