Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYSing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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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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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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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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I wish no living thing to suffer pain.
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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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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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Love’s very pain is sweet, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.
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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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The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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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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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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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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