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.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYMusic, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle.
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First our pleasures die – and then our hopes, and then our fears – and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust – and we die too.
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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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Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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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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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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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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Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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War is the statesman’s game, the priest’s delight, the lawyer’s jest, the hired assassin’s trade.
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To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night.
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Government is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay.
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Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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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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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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