“Sonnet: Political GreatnessNor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame,Nor peace, nor strength, nor skill in arms or arts,Shepherd those herds whom tyranny makes tame;Verse echoes not one beating of their hearts,History is but the shadow of their shame,Art veils her glass, or from the pageant startsAs to oblivion their blind millions fleet,Staining that Heaven with obscene imageryOf their own likeness. What are numbers knitBy force or custom? Man who man would be,Must rule the empire of himself; in itMust be supreme, establishing his throneOn vanquished will, quelling the anarchyOf hopes and fears, being himself alone.”

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About Percy Bysshe Shelley

English writer and Romantic poet

Percy Bysshe Shelley was an English Romantic poet and writer. He lived from 1792 to 1822, and is remembered as one of the major figures of English Romanticism. Shelley wrote with a radical edge in both his poetry and his political and social thought. He did not gain wide fame in his lifetime, but his reputation grew steadily after his death, and he later influenced poets such as Robert Browning, Algernon Swinburne, Thomas Hardy, and W. B. Yeats.

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Zastrozzi

1810

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