SHELLEY, PERCY BYSSHE

1. In his poetry, as well as in his life, Shelley was indeed "a beautiful and ineffectual angel, beating in the void his luminous wings in vain."—MATTHEW ARNOLD, Literature and Dogma
   

2. Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,
   And did he stop and speak to you,
   And did you speak to him again?
   How strange it seems and new!—BROWNING, Memorabilia
   

3. Shelley? Ah! he is a pronounced case for the specialists. Any man who could eat dry bread, drink water, and write such angelic poetry must have been quite mad. Admitted. Would there were more Shelleys!—J. G. HUNEKER, Essays
   

4. You did not sing to Shelley such a song
   As Shelley sang to you.—SARAH PIATT, A Word with a Skylark
   

5. Mighty meat for little guests, when the heart of Shelley was laid in the cemetery of Caius Cestius!—FRANCIS THOMPSON, Shelley
   

6. Byron asked me to preserve the skull [Shelley's] for him; but remembering that he had once used one as a drinking cup I was determined Shelley's should not be so profaned.—TRELAWNY
   

7. Knight-errant of the Never-ending Ouest,
   And Minstrel of the Unfulfilled Desire;
   For ever tuning thy frail earthly lyre
   To some unearthly music.—HENRY VAN DYKE, Shelley
   

8. 'Tis no mean fortune to have heard
   A singer who, if errors blurred
   His sight, had yet a spirit stirred
   By vast desire,
   And ardour fledging the swift word
   With plumes of fire.—WILLIAM WATSON, Shelley's Centenary