The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYWhen the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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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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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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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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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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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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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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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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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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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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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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