Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThere 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!
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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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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Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?
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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, – To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.
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The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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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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Sometimes it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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There is no disease, bodily or mental, which adoption of vegetable diet, and pure water has not infallibly mitigated, wherever the experiment has been fairly tried.
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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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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The psychological and moral comfort of a presence at once humble and understanding-this is the greatest benefit that the dog has bestowed upon man.
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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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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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