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.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYThis lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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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 man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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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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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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Poets, not otherwise than philosophers, painters, sculptors, and musicians, are, in one sense, the creators, and, in another, the creations, of their age.
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Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.
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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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When my cats aren’t happy, I’m not happy. Not because I care about their mood but because I know they’re just sitting there thinking up ways to get even.
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The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the Year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.
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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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Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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