If we reason we would be understood; if we imagine we would that the airy children of our brain were born anew within another's; if we feel we would that another's nerves should vibrate to our own, that the beams of their eyes should kindle at once and mix and melt into our own; that lips of motionless ice should not reply to lips quivering and burning with the heart's best blood. This is love.

Percy Bysshe Shelley


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I Fall upon the thorns of life....

Percy Bysshe Shelley


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Whatever may be his [man's] true and final destination, there is a spirit within him at enmity with nothingness and dissolution (change and extinction). This is the character of all life and being - each is at once the centre and the circumference; the point to which all things are contained. - "On Life

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The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.

Percy Bysshe Shelley


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Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Mots clés life songs bittersweet



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A poet is a nightingale who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Mots clés melancholy



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The more we study, the more we discover our ignorance

Percy Bysshe Shelley


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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


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I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Has led me- who knows how?
To thy chamber-window, Sweet!

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Mots clés love poetry dreams



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Know what it is to be a child? It is to be something very different from the man of today. It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of Baptism; it is to believe in belief; it is to be so little that elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child had its fairy godmother in its soul.

Percy Bysshe Shelley


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