Devoured by ghostly shapes of life He slips from ties of dust To be the world we dream he lives

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Devoured by ghostly shapes of life He slips from ties of dust To be the world we dream he lives
FMK - Romantic Poets Edition
Fuck Byron, Marry Shelley, Kill Keats
Fuck Shelley, Marry Byron, Kill Keats
Fuck Keats, Marry Shelley, Kill Byron
Fuck Shelley, Marry Keats, Kill Byron
Fuck Byron, Marry Keats, Kill Shelley
Fuck Keats, Marry Byron, Kill Shelley
Percy Bysshe Shelley, from Adonais: An Elegy on the Death of John Keats, Author of Endymion, Hyperion, etc. (1821)
open your eyes and be with me
Percy Bysshe Shelley, from Adonais: An Elegy on the Death of John Keats
Percy Bysshe Shelley, ‘Adonais’.
It isn't mysticism. Goethe simply wouldn't stop at the boundaries drawn by the inductive method. He let his imagination pass over into objects. An artist sometimes tries to see how close he can come to being a river or a star, playing at becoming one or the other entering into the forms of the phenomena painted or described. Someone has even written of an astronomer keeping droves of stars, the cattle of his mind, in the meadows of space.
Percy Bysshe Shelley, Adonais