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The great instrument of moral good is the imagination. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Government is an evil; it is only the thoughtlessness and vices of men that make it a necessary evil. When all men are good and wise, government will of itself decay. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Familiar acts are beautiful through love. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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The soul's joy lies in doing. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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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. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and of many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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First our pleasures die - and then our hopes, and then our fears - and when these are dead, the debt is due dust claims dust - and we die too. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Change is certain. Peace is followed by disturbances; departure of evil men by their return. Such recurrences should not constitute occasions for sadness but realities for awareness, so that one may be happy in the interim. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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The more we study the more we discover our ignorance. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been! - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind? - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Soul meets soul on lovers' lips. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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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. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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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
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Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Fear not for the future, weep not for the past. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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