I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, when the winds are breathing low, and the stars are shining bright.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYI love all waste And solitary places; where we taste The pleasure of believing what we see Is boundless, as we wish our souls to be.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
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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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Nothing in the world is single, All things by a law divine, In one spirit meet and mingle-Why not I with thine?
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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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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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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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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Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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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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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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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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Familiar acts are beautiful through love.
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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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