Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYI love tranquil solitude.
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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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
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The psychological and moral comfort of a presence at once humble and understanding-this is the greatest benefit that the dog has bestowed upon man.
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We 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.
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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.
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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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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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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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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 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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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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