Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEYTo hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light,The night is good; because, my love,They never say good-night.
More Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes
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The jealous keys of truth’s eternal doors.
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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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When a thing is said to be not worth refuting you may be sure that either it is flagrantly stupid – in which case all comment is superfluous – or it is something formidable, the very crux of the problem.
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I have made my bed In charnels and on coffins, where black death Keeps record of the trophies won.
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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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All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.
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I love tranquil solitude.
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If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
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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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When the power of imparting joy is equal to the will, the human soul requires no other heaven.
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And Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each flower and herb on Earth’s dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest.
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There is no disease, bodily or mental, which adoption of vegetable diet, and pure water has not infallibly mitigated, wherever the experiment has been fairly tried.
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Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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