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.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYWhen a man marries, dies, or turns Hindu, his best friends hear no more of him.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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Fate, Time, Occasion, Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
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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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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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The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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Are we not formed, as notes of music are, For one another, though dissimilar?
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Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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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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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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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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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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I love tranquil solitude And such society As is quiet, wise, and good.
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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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