The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThe man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many-they are few.
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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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The rich have become richer, and the poor have become poorer; and the vessel of the state is driven between the Scylla and Charybdis of anarchy and despotism.
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There Is No God. This negation must be understood solely to affect a creative Deity. The hypothesis of a pervading Spirit co-eternal with the universe remains unshaken.
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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.
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Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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I love tranquil solitude.
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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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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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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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When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid – in which case all comment is superfluous – or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.
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