If all the thought which had been expended on the construction of engines of agony and death - the modes of aggression and defence, the raising of armies, and the acquirement of those arts of tyranny and falsehood without which mixed multitudes could neither be led nor governed - had been employed to promote the true welfare and extend the real empire of man, how different would have been the present situation of human society!
I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire! - Percy Bysshe Shelley
I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!
- Percy Bysshe Shelley
Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Oh lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!
In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
Strange thoughts beget strange deeds. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Strange thoughts beget strange deeds.
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
Sometimes it's better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers' lips. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sometimes it's better to put love into hugs than to put it into words. Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. - Percy Bysshe Shelley
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams.
Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, - but it returneth! - Percy Bysshe Shelley
Life may change, but it may fly not; Hope may vanish, but can die not; Truth be veiled, but still it burneth; Love repulsed, - but it returneth!
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