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.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYLove’s very pain is sweet.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.
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See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
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All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
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Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.
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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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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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And 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.
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Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
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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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The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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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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When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
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