A dream has power to poison sleep.
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Love's Pestilence, and her slow dogs of war.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Love can lead to destruction and conflict, much like war.
In this quote, Percy Bysshe Shelley highlights the dual nature of love, suggesting that while it can be a powerful and beautiful force, it can also bring about turmoil and suffering. The imagery of 'pestilence' implies that love can be infectious and destructive, akin to a plague, while 'her slow dogs of war' suggests that love can lead to conflicts and battles, illustrating the complexities of romantic relationships and their potential for chaos.
Themes
LoveWarDestructionConflictPestilence
In practice
Example use cases
In a discussion about the complexities of love during a relationship seminar.
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