Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYA single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, – but it returneth!
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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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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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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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Sometimes it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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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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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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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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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
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