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.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThere Is No God. This negation must be understood solely to affect a creative Deity. The hypothesis of a pervading Spirit co-eternal with the universe remains unshaken.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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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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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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Sometimes it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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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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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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The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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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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Sing again, with your dear voice revealing. A tone Of some world far from ours, where music and moonlight and feeling are one.
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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