I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYWe look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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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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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own.
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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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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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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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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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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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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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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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