Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes

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.
PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY

Earth Fall Rise Sleep Yourself
The howl of self-interest is loud but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
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Black Heart Loud Note
The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset’s fire.
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Exhaustion Fed Fire Moon Sun Young
History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.
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History Man Memories Poem Writing
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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Age Art Artist Creation Music Painting Philosophy Poet
Dust to the dust! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal.
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Burn Flow Forever Fountain Pure Spirit
Love’s very pain is sweet.
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Love One Liner Pain Sweet
A single word even may be a spark of inextinguishable thought.
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Literature Power Thinking Word
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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Feeling Light Moon Music Oneself Reveal Sing Voice World
Hell is a city much like London A populous and smoky city.
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City Fame Hell Popular Smoke
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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Learning Man Mistake Ourselves Worth Youth
A sensitive plant in a garden grew, And the young winds fed it with silver dew, And it opened its fan like leaves to the light, and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
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Garden Growth Kiss Light Night Open Plant Wind Young
I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
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Laughter Myself Rain Thunder Travel
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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Earth Forgiveness Heaven Kiss Mountain Nature See Sister Sun Wave Yourself
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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Evil Goodness Government Man Necessary Thinking Vice Willing
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
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Hard Time Inspirational Spring Struggle Wind
The man of virtuous soul commands not, nor obeys.
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Command Man Obey Soul Virtue
Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
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Action One Liner Result Strange Thinking
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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Darkness Dreams Earth Fair Feeling Flower Garden Love Rest Rose Spirit
Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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Death Fast Rest
Man who man would be, must rule the empire of himself.
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Himself Kingdom Man Rule
I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.
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Love Myself Radiance Snow
If God has spoken, why is the world not convinced.
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God Religion Satisfaction Talk World
The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.
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Goodness Greatness Imagination Instrument Moral
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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Music Ourselves Sadness Song Sweet Talk Thinking
In fact, truth cannot be communicated until it is perceived.
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Communication Fact Fear Truth
First our pleasures die – and then our hopes, and then our fears – and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust – and we die too.
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Death Fear Happiness Hope Ourselves

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