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.
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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I have been a wanderer among distant fields. I have sailed down mighty rivers.
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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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Heaven’s ebon vault Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon’s unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.
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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
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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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Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
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Life and the world, or whatever we call that which we are and feel, is an astonishing thing. The mist of familiarity obscures from us the wonder of our being. We are struck with admiration at some of its transient modifications, but it is itself the great miracle.
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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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Government is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay.
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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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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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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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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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