7 Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes on Music

Percy Bysshe Shelley quotes on music

94. 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!

118. And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.

129. Poor captive bird! Who, from thy narrow cage, Pourest such music, that it might assuage The rugged hearts of those who prisoned thee, Were they not deaf to all sweet melody.

138. Most musical of mourners, weep again!

152. He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird.

157. Let me set my mournful ditty To a merry measure; Thou wilt never come for pity, Thou wilt come for pleasure; Pity then will cut away Those cruel wings, and thou wilt stay.

172. Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs - To the silent wilderness Where the soul need not repress Its music lest it should not find An echo in another's mind.

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