A dream has power to poison sleep.
Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep - he hath awakened from the dream of life - 'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep with phantoms an unprofitable strife.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote suggests that true existence transcends life and death, and that we often get lost in illusionary struggles instead of seeking deeper understanding.
In this poignant quote, Percy Bysshe Shelley conveys the idea that death is not the end of existence; rather, it indicates a profound awakening from the 'dream of life.' The distractions and struggles we face are likened to 'stormy visions,' implying that our earthly concerns can often lead us to engage in conflicts that are ultimately meaningless. Shelley encourages us to reassess our perceptions of life, death, and the nature of reality, suggesting that we should seek clarity and awaken to a more profound truth beyond our physical existence.
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Example use cases
During a philosophical discussion about the nature of existence and reality.
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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.
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