Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes about Winter

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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Spring, Winter, Clouds

"Ode to the West Wind" l. 70 (1819)

Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O, wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Spring, Winter, Wind

'Ode to the West Wind' (1819) l. 65

The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn; Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam, Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Weed, Dream, Winter

'Hellas' (1822) l. 1060

Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Grief, Winter, Woe Is Me

'Adonais' (1821) st. 18

The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Sweet, Winter, Thinking

'Adonais' (1821) preface

[L]ike thee to those in sorrow, Comes to bid a sweet good-morrow To the rough year just awake In its cradle on the brake. The brightest hour of unborn Spring, Through the winter wandering, Found, it seems, the halcyon Morn To hoar February born.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Sweet, Spring, Winter

Percy Bysshe Shelley (1853). “The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Complete in One Volume”, p.612