Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYI have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Before 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.
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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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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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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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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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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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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable 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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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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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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