"A pard-like spirit, beautiful and swift."
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Percy Bysshe Shelley quotes (page 11 of 22)
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"As I lay asleep in Italy There came a voice from over the Sea, And with great power it forth led me To walk in the visions of Poesy."
"All love is sweet, given or received."
"You ought to love all mankind; nay, every individual of mankind. You ought not to love the individuals of your domestic circles less, but to love those who exist beyond it more."
"The old laws of England they Whose reverend heads with age are gray, Children of a wiser day; And whose solemn voice must be Thine own echo Liberty!"
"The mind in creation is as a fading coal, which some invisible influence, like an inconstant wind, awakens to transitory brightness; this power arises from within...could this influence be durable in its original purity and force, it is impossible to predict the greatness of the result; but when composition begins, inspiration is already on the decline; and the most glorious poetry that has been communicated to the world is probably a feeble shadow of the original conceptions of the poet."
"By all that is sacred in our hope for the human race, I conjure those who love happiness and truth to give a fair trial to the vegetable system!"
"I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Has led me- who knows how? To thy chamber-window, Sweet!"
"I love Love -- though he has wings, And like light can flee."
"Tragedy delights by affording a shadow of the pleasure which exists in pain."
"You are now In London, that great sea, whose ebb and flow At once is deaf and loud, and on the shore Vomits its wrecks, and still howls on for more. Yet in its depth what treasures!"
"Gold is a living god and rules in scorn, All earthly things but virtue."
"Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow claspest the limits of mortality."
"To hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates."
"Cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay."
"Worse than despair, Worse than the bitterness of death, is hope."
"For this is the most civil sort of lie That can be given to a man's face. I now Say what I think."
"His fine wit Makes such a wound, the knife is lost in it."
"The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats, tho' unseen, amongst us."
"What do you think? Young women of rank eat - you will never guess what - garlick!"