Most wretched men Are cradled into poetry by wrong: They learn in suffering what they teach in song.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyWhen the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead - When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyKings are like stars,-they rise and set, they have The worship of the world, but no repose.
Percy Bysshe Shelley