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 SHELLEYI have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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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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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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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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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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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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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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