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.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYPoetry 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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Then black despair, The shadow of a starless night, was thrown Over the world in which I moved alone.
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It is not a merit to tolerate, but rather a crime to be intolerant.
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A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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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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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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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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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance.
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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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A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.
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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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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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Worse than a bloody hand is a hard heart.
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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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Sometimes The Devil is a gentleman.
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