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We look before and after,
And pine for what is not;
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Category: Adversity Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley Source: Ode to a Sky Lark
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Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow;
Nought may endure but Mutability.
Category: Change Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
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A dream has power to poison sleep.
Category: Dreams Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
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History is a cyclic poem written by Time upon the memories of man.
Category: History Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
Category: Kisses Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
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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 are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?
Category: Kisses Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
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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.
Category: Light Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear: it is there most pure, perfect, and unlimited where its votaries live in confidence, equality and unreserve.
Category: Love Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Music, when soft voices die
Vibrates in the memory
Category: Music Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Are we not formed, as notes of music are,
For one another, though dissimilar?
Category: Music Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
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That orbed maiden, with white fire laden,
Whom mortals call the moon.
Category: Night Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
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The young moon has fed
Her exhausted horn
With the sunset's fire.
Category: Night Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
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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.
Category: Vegetarianism Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley Source: Queen Mab Notes
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Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.
Category: War Author: Percy Bysshe Shelley
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