Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYI wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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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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It is only by softening and disguising dead flesh by culinary preparation that it is rendered susceptible of mastication or digestion, and that the sight of its bloody juices and raw horror does not excite intolerable loathing and disgust.
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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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I love all waste And solitary places; where we taste The pleasure of believing what we see Is boundless, as we wish our souls to be.
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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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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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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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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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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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Fame, power, and gold, are loved for their own sakes – are worshipped with a blind, habitual idolatry.
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Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.
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