I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, when the winds are breathing low, and the stars are shining bright.
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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The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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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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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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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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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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A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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I 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.
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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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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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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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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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