A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYWorse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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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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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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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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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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Before man can be free, and equal, and truly wise, he must cast aside the chains of habit and superstition; he must strip sensuality of its pomp, and selfishness of its excuses, and contemplate actions and objects as they really are.
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Sometimes it’s better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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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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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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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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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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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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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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