Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYAway, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, – To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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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.
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There is no disease, bodily or mental, which adoption of vegetable diet, and pure water has not infallibly mitigated, wherever the experiment has been fairly tried.
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Before man can be free, and equal, and truly wise, he must cast aside the chains of habit and superstition; he must strip sensuality of its pomp, and selfishness of its excuses, and contemplate actions and objects as they really are.
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Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.
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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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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.
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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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