A dream has power to poison sleep.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyRead
But hope will make thee young, for Hope and Youth_x000D_ _x000D_ Are children of one mother, even Love.
Interpretation
Hope and youth are intertwined, both stemming from love.
In this quote, Percy Bysshe Shelley suggests that hope rejuvenates the spirit and keeps one young at heart. He emphasizes that hope and youth are closely linked through their common origin, which is love, indicating that love fosters positivity and vitality in life.
In practice
During a graduation speech, one could mention how hope keeps us youthful as we embark on new beginnings.
A dream has power to poison sleep.
Senseless is the breast and cold _x000D_ _x000D_ Which relenting love would fold;_x000D_ _x000D_ Bloodless are the veins and chill _x000D_ _x000D_ Which the pulse of pain did fill; _x000D_ _x000D_ Every little living nerve _x000D_ _x000D_ That from bitter words did swerve _x000D_ _x000D_ Round the tortur'd lips and brow, _x000D_ _x000D_ Are like sapless leaflets now _x000D_ _x000D_ Frozen upon December's bough.
A sensitive plant in a garden grew,_x000D_ _x000D_ And the young winds fed it with silver dew,_x000D_ _x000D_ And it opened its fan_x000D_ _x000D_ like leaves to the light,_x000D_ _x000D_ and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
I am the daughter of Earth and Water, And the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my own cenotaph, And out of the caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again.
O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?
Ah, woe is me! Winter is come and gone. But grief returns with the revolving year.
For if you love those who love you, what reward have you? Do not even the tax collectors do the same?
Harry, despite your privileged insight into Voldemort’s world (which, incidentally, is a gift any Death Eater would kill to have), you have never been seduced by the Dark Arts, never, even for a second, shown the slightest desire to become one of Voldemort’s followers!” “Of course I haven’t!” said Harry indignantly. “He killed my mum and dad!” “You are protected, in short, by your ability to love!” said Dumbledore loudly.
Way far back in the beginning of the world was the whirlwind warning that we could all be blown away like chips and cry- Men with tired eyes realize it now, and wait to deform and decay- with maybe they have the power of love yet in their hearts just the same, I just don't know what that word means anymore- All I want is an ice cream cone
It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss.
I hate the day, because it lendeth light_x000D_ _x000D_ To see all things, but not my love to see.
I said only one word, brought only one message: Love. Love - nothing else.
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