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.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYAnd Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle.
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Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, – but it returneth!
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Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
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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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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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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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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night.
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I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
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