Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken

Quote by Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Heaven's ebon vault, studded with stars unutterably bright, through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls,...

Heaven's ebon vault, studded with stars unutterably bright, through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls,...

All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or...

All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or...

Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.

Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.

The beauty of the internal nature cannot be so far concealed by its accidental vesture,...

The beauty of the internal nature cannot be so far concealed by its accidental vesture,...

Fear not for the future, weep not for the past

Fear not for the future, weep not for the past

Kings are like stars, - they rise and set, they have - The worship of...

Kings are like stars, - they rise and set, they have - The worship of...

When my cats aren't happy, I'm not happy. Not because I care about their mood...

When my cats aren't happy, I'm not happy. Not because I care about their mood...

All love is sweet, given or returned.

All love is sweet, given or returned.

The moon of Mahomet Arose, and it shall set; While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal...

The moon of Mahomet Arose, and it shall set; While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal...

We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With...

We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With...

War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, The lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade.

War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, The lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade.

Love is free; to promise for ever to love the same woman is not less...

Love is free; to promise for ever to love the same woman is not less...

To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night;...

To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night;...

In the infancy of society every author is necessarily a poet

In the infancy of society every author is necessarily a poet

All love is sweet, Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar...

All love is sweet, Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar...

History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine, Yet let's be merry; we'll have...

Though we eat little flesh and drink no wine, Yet let's be merry; we'll have...

And he saith unto them, Ye shall drink indeed of my cup, and be baptized...

And he saith unto them, Ye shall drink indeed of my cup, and be baptized...

And she made haste, and let down her pitcher from her shoulder, and said, Drink,...

And she made haste, and let down her pitcher from her shoulder, and said, Drink,...

For they have shed the blood of saints and prophets, and thou hast given them...

For they have shed the blood of saints and prophets, and thou hast given them...