Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes

437 quotes · Poet

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Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes

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Percy Bysshe Shelley

Poet

Angry

“For this is the most civil sort of lie That can be given to a man's face. I now Say what I think.”

Thinking Men Lying

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Percy Bysshe Shelley

Poet

Vulnerable

“Those who inflict must suffer, for they see The work of their own hearts, and this must be Our chastisement or recompense.”

Heart Suffering Work

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Funny

“His fine wit Makes such a wound, the knife is lost in it.”

Lost Losing

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Spiritual

“The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats, tho' unseen, amongst us.”

Power Shadow

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Angry

“Chastity is a monkish and evangelical superstition, a greater foe to natural temperance even than unintellectual sensuality; it strikes at the root of all domestic happiness, and consigns more than half of the human race to misery.”

Race Happiness Roots

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Vulnerable

“Senseless is the breast and cold Which relenting love would fold; Bloodless are the veins and chill Which the pulse of pain did fill; Every little living nerve That from bitter words did swerve Round the tortur'd lips and brow, Are like sapless leaflets now Frozen upon December's bough.”

Pain Nerves Pulse

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Funny

“What do you think? Young women of rank eat - you will never guess what - garlick!”

Thinking Young

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Melancholic

“Lost Echo sits amid the voiceless mountains, And feeds her grief.”

Grief Mountain

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Angry

“Reviewers, with some rare exceptions, are a most stupid and malignant race. As a bankrupt thief turns thief-taker in despair, so an unsuccessful author turns critic.”

Race Stupid Despair

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Angry

“If certain Critics were as clearsighted as they are malignant, how great would be the benefit to be derived from their writings!”

Writing Would Be Criticism

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Love

“Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the belovèd's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.”

Art Love Sweet

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Philosophical

“Concerning God, freewill and destiny: Of all that earth has been or yet may be, all that vain men imagine or believe, or hope can paint or suffering may achieve, we descanted.”

Men Believe Destiny

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