History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThe howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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A 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.
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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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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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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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
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Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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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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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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