I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
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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Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear.
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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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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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Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs, – To the silent wilderness, Where the soul need not repress Its music.
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Love’s very pain is sweet.
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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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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.
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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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If a person’s religious ideas correspond not with your own, love him nevertheless.
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Joy, once lost, is pain.
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When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
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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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Love’s very pain is sweet, But its reward is in the world divine Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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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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There Is No God. This negation must be understood solely to affect a creative Deity. The hypothesis of a pervading Spirit co-eternal with the universe remains unshaken.
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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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This lake exceeds anything I ever beheld in beauty.
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The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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I love tranquil solitude.
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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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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
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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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