Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYA poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.
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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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See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the waves clasp one another; No sister-flower would be forgiven If it disdained its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth, And the moonbeams kiss the sea – What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
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Words are but holy as the deeds they cover.
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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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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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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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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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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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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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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
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All love is sweet Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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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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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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