Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYAway, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, – To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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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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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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First our pleasures die – and then our hopes, and then our fears – and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust – and we die too.
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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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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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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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There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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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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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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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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