Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan-like leaves to the light. And closed them beneath the kisses of Night.
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The moon of Mahomet Arose, and it shall set; While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal noon, The cross leads generations on.
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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.
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If a person's religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless. How different would yours have been, had the chance of birth placed you in Tartary or India!
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Are ye, two vultures sick for battle, Two scorpions under one wet stone, Two bloodless wolves whose dry throats rattle, Two crows perched on the murrained cattle, Two vipers tangled into one.
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Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone, But grief returns with the revolving year.
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With hue like that when some great painter dips His pencil in the gloom of earthquake and eclipse.
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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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Revenge is the naked idol of the worship of a semi-barbarous age.
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All were fat; and well they might Be in admirable plight, For one by one, and two by two, He tossed them human hearts to chew.
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By all that is sacred in our hopes for the human race, I conjure those who love happiness and truth, to give a fair trial to the vegetable system.
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I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright.
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The soul's joy lies in doing.
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Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams Beside a pumice isle in Baiæ's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them.
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On a poet's lips I slept Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept.
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Thy words are like a cloud of winged snakes; And yet I pity those they torture not.
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What! alive, and so bold, O earth?
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Tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain.
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Titles are tinsel, power a corruptor, glory a bubble, and excessive wealth, a libel on its possessor.
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Sing again, with your dear voice revealing A tone Of some world far from ours, Where music and moonlight and feeling Are one.
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Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
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When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid - in which case all comment is superfluous - or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.
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And man … no longer now He slays the lamb that looks him in the face, And horribly devours his mangled flesh.
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The sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What are all these kissings worth If thou kiss not me?