January 2011
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from "To Night"
When I arose and saw the dawn, I sighed for thee; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee.
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from "Adonais"
He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night’s sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where’er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath,...
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“We look before and after,
And pine for what is not:
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– Percy Bysshe Shelley, “Ode to a Skylark” (via historyofthebody)
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“Books, boots, papers, shoes, philosophical instruments, clothes, pistols, linen,...”
– Hogg on Shelley’s rooms in Oxford.
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“Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar...”
– Percy Bysshe Shelley, “A Defence of Poetry” (via poete)
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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 beloved’s bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
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“The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the Ocean,
The winds...”
– Percy Bysshe Shelley, “Love’s Philosophy” (via aldoushuxley)
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“It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so...”
– Shelley on the Protestant Cemetery in Rome (from the preface to “Adonais”)
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from "Hymn to Intellectual Beauty"
While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead. I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed; I was not heard — I saw them not — When musing deeply on the lot Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing All vital things that wake to...
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“Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips”
– Shelley (Prometheus Unbound)