Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYI wish no living thing to suffer pain.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?
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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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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.
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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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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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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
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Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many-they are few.
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There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!
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A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like leaves to the light, and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
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