I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYBefore man can be free, and equal, and truly wise, he must cast aside the chains of habit and superstition; he must strip sensuality of its pomp, and selfishness of its excuses, and contemplate actions and objects as they really are.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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Government is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay.
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When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.
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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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Sometimes it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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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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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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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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Heaven’s ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
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Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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