Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYPoets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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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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Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?
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The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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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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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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When my cats aren’t happy, I’m not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they’re just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.
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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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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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