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
Quote by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The moon of Mahomet Arose, and it shall set; While, blazoned as on heaven's immortal...
A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own...
To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night;...
War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, The lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade.
A husband and wife ought to continue united so long as they love each other....
Obedience indeed is only the pitiful and cowardly egotism of him who thinks that he...
Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is...
In the infancy of society every author is necessarily a poet
We look before and after, And pine for what is not; Our sincerest laughter With...
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory
Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
A dream has power to poison sleep.
The more we study, the more we discover our ignorance
All spirits are enslaved which serve things evil
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.
Poetry is nearer to vital truth than history.
The principle office of history I take to be this: to prevent virtuous actions from...
History makes people wise.