The Moon And, like a dying lady lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, led by the insane And feeble wanderings of her fading brain, The moon arose up in the murky east A white and shapeless mass. Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?
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PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odors, when sweet violets sicken, Live within t... PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY All Love is sweet. Given or returned. Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ev... PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Obedience, Bane of all genius, virtue, freedom, truth, Makes slaves of men, and, of the human frame,... PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY There is eloquence in the tongueless wind, and a melody in the flowing brooks and the rustling ... PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Music, when soft voices die, vibrates in the memory. PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY I have neither curiosity, interest, pain nor pleasure, in anything, good or evil, they can say of me... PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY No more let life divide what death can join together. PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Venice, it's temples and palaces did seem like fabrics of enchantment piled to heaven. PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Sorrow, terror, anguish, despair itself are often the chosen expressions of an approximation to the ... PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; one wand'ring thought pollutes the day. PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the pl... PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY You ought not to love the individuals of your domestic circle less, but to love those who exist beyo... PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Hence in solitude, or that deserted state when we are surrounded by human beings and yet they sympat... PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY ... a wild dissolving bliss Over my frame he breathed, approaching near, And bent his eyes of kind... PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Wealth and dominion fade into the mass Of the great sea of human right and wrong, When onc... PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY And the Spring arose on the garden fair, Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere; And each... PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY Soul meets soul on lovers lips. PERCY SHELLEY We love those who know the worst of us and don't turn their faces away. WALKER PERCY You can get all A's and still flunk life. WALKER PERCY You live in a deranged age, more deranged that usual, because in spite of great scientific and techn... WALKER PERCY Hatred strikes me as one of the few signs of life remaining in the world. This is another thing abou... WALKER PERCY I travel often, so my routine is always getting scrambled. But on a standard sort of day, I get up a... BENJAMIN PERCY What needs to be discharged is the intolerable tenderness of the past, the past gone and grieved ove... WALKER PERCY The priest persuades a humble people to endure their hard lot, a politician urges them to rebel agai... MAX PERCY I don't like to be described as a Southern writer. The danger is, if you're described as a Southern ... WALKER PERCY Fertilizer does no good in a heap, but a little spread around works miracles all over. PERCY ROSS He who gives while he lives, get to know where it goes. PERCY ROSS Many drops make a bucket, many buckets make a pond, many ponds make a lake, and many lakes make an o... PERCY ROSS The search is what anyone would undertake if he were not sunk in the everydayness of his own life. T... WALKER PERCY Since grief only aggravates your loss, grieve not for what is past. WALKER PERCY