Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYI love tranquil solitude.
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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When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid – in which case all comment is superfluous – or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.
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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
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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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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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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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When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
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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 single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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It is only by softening and disguising dead flesh by culinary preparation that it is rendered susceptible of mastication or digestion, and that the sight of its bloody juices and raw horror does not excite intolerable loathing and disgust.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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Honour sits smiling at the sale of truth.
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In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, – but it returneth!
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