Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYWhen 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.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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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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All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Heaven’s ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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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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Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.
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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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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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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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The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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