When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYA sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like leaves to the light, and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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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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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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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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Heaven’s ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
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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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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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Government is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay.
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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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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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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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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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